She?s miss?. Loves dirt for diamonds Gargles spiders Stops time then steels lipstick Tonight she?ll light one hundred cannons off one cigarette She?s
of time She's gone for a little while they said They said She's gone for a little while they said It's the thoughts beneath the pages Get stuck inside my head She
I've got a name for a certain quarantine her name is slowburn she makes me feel real mean when i ask why she says i'm caught in a lie she's got a bad
!) One I go fishin', I'm on a mission (Yeah!) And when I hook 'em, you know I overlook 'em (Ha ha!) Had plans goin' subtle and you're shit out of luck
!) Red five revival there's wires in the bible Obviously, ultra take advance when I point counterpoint Comparison of ET verse little old freak me (She
pathetic! What good do you do?!? She had faith in me, I was her only escape A most deep and subtle poison welcomes her unblinking eyes to eternal sleep If I had shown, she
She's looking back to see if he's looking at her They talk without any words And with a smile he's moving heaven and earth She dreams of holding him tight
your velcro shoes, It's a holiday, And run up to the village of our love, 'Cause happiness ain't being a swallow, [Our time fades on the ode, Beware till she
't even have to say 'owt She's in the stance ready to get picked up Bet she's delighted when she sees him Pulling in and giving her the eye Because she
even have to say 'owt She's in the stance ready to get picked up Bet she's delighted when she sees him Pulling in and giving her the eye Because she
The stars on my cap remind me of the time We went to Fargo, with a car full of anxiety An angel's breast, and a tank top She started at my heart, she'
room where the celebrities was at, that's when nah propaganda began to emerge star stud events must trigger hoochie alerts cuz Kia went berserk, diggy low at first subtle
her lips to the city sky) She hurting at the top with a new guy Involved in things she thinks but we knew she only needed me She won't feel the same
Shayla worked in a factory She wasn't history. She's just a number One day she gets her final pay And she goes far away Green trees call to me I am free
not become a lone hitman Out to kill that bitch Maggie Thatcher with a sick plan Sick bitch, supporting Pinochet in extradition On telly, she put my brain
bounces off of the painted porcelain A tiny dancing doll Her body spins as she pirouettes again The world suddenly seems small On a off white, subtle
Up late calling me As I fall back to sleep 'Cause she tried the others and no one else was around I said bye bye baby She drives me crazy She feels the
