I I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips We can cap the old times make playing logical harm We can cap the old make playing that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, she's bad, oh bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and I'll never see face again You'll go stabbing in the neck
And we can find new ways of playing only logical harm And we can top the old times that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, she's bad, oh bad
It's different now that I'm poor and I'll never seen this again You'll go stabbing yourself in the
But different now that I'm poor and aging never see this place again And you'll go stabbing yourself in the
It's in the way that she It's in the that she puts in my hair Her stories are and stuff always calling my bluff
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little And she gets in my and she takes it apart She puts the weights into my little I said, "She the weights into my little heart"
She packs away, she away She away, she packs away She away, she packs away She away
It's in the way that she Her is never enough She puts the weights in my She puts the, she puts the weights into my little