Your little girl shoes I was attracted to your Little girl shoes I was distracted by your Little girl ways And that little boy hat Did you have to wear
I cant be held responsible for the things I say For I am just a vessel in vain And I cant be held responsible for the thing I see For I am just a vessel
47 push ups In a winter-rate Sea side motel I feel like travis bickle I'm listening to highway to hell It's a shitty little tape I taped off the radio
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All your women things All your frilly things Scattered 'round my room Right where you left them When you left them Scattered 'round my room All your
I saw you standing there With your hand in his hair And his hand in Your back pocket I couldnt help but stare I wanted to tell you That I was back in
When I was seven I asked my mother To trip me to the bay And put me on a ship And lower me down Lower me out of here Because when I was seven I wanted
Every girl I've ever loved Has wanted to be hit Every girl I've ever loved Wanted to be hit Every girl I've ever loved Has wanted to be hit Every girl
I was not woken by the rooster Nor by the crow's tough song But the midnight cry of a blood red bird Brought this sleeplessness on Threw open the window
Bloody rag and a broken string of pearls On your bathroom floor When I overheard your mother say "maybe she's just a late bloomer" But what
Oh whoa (x4) Well you're a wild horse On a collision course With the sun (repeat) I wanted to ride that wild horse Into the sun (repeat) But I no longer
I know your teeth have gnashed through death Still you come to me So gently Find a soft place on your body And rub me with it Oh, this I won't soon forget
Saving all your money for fame Giving everything, giving everything You hate ones face And hope that others will love the other So many shadows under
I hate men with connections I hate your connections I said, I don't like your connections I don't like your connections I hate men with connections I
Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on, hold on with a grip so tight It dams my blood, makes my head feel light Well, hearts will start and hearts will
There are some terrible gossips in this town There are some terrible gossips in this town With jaws like vices And eyes like drains There are some little
The curtain slaps in the wind A human sound of fleshy flesh Little fists pummel absently To birth the spirit in the room The wind it seems to lick The