Variations on a Cocktail Dress Lyrics

Fill holes,
Big hills
Forever gazing
At backdoors.
For once
In a life,
It's coming
In inspired
By our attraction.
What we smell,

Bitter sweet pleasure.
What we smell,
Bitter sweet pleasure.
One phone call.
One fine line of prison.
One phone call.
One fine line of prison.
The walk.
The smell.
The spoiled.
Backdoor
Honey please come home.
Such a shame to throw away.
The spoiled.
Backdoor
Honey please come home.

Honey please come home.
Such a shame to throw away.

Don't you
Fucking spill it.
Avoid that,
The best feeling possible.