It seems your ginger flavor on your chin
I love to taste it, I used to kill for itI join our freckles, drawing hearts in our faces
It's your skin, my red love, my tender beam of lightCut their fingers to 'make my lipsticks
I'm your glory, your faith and your sin
Taste my tongue and my hand
You are my lover, my dirty bloody gunUse my glasses, hide the traces
Make these tombs some honey holes
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