she’s so retroussé
Ill be your long lost cause love
the one you can save
you don't know no better
beautiful little saint
Ill be your sweet thing
ill be your liar
I need a cleansing like a bullet needs a murder
My sheets are stained by my shame and my lies
but its what brings you here
could it be I'm worthless
If so,
what are you doing here
No I cant imagine
just why you stand here still
the sweat well make between
our needy flesh we'll trade this evening
bury our motives in a physical poem
our secrets will rhyme
into our skin as we grind
into the rhythm we writhe in
keep it in time
I get restless and i get bolder envision all the different ways
that i can mold her
my cheeks are
lined by the course of my life
but its what brings you here
Could it be I'm worthless
if so,
what are you doing here
no i cant imagine
just why you lie here still
shes so retroussé
takes my breath away
she tastes so innocent
shes confident
she walked right over
she can sense my
mind like psychic
Zen sensation
x-ray vision
I get wicked
as i get older
i need to own her like a father needs to hurt her
my time (has) been
plagued by the course of my mind
and its what makes me weak
Could it be I'm worthless
if so,
what are you doing here
no i cant imagine
just why you need this still
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Lyrics submitted by Al.