Sex-Eye Make up Songtext

von The Glove

Run around the chairs in
Your sunday dress : it's the best
Thing money can buy : or leave me
On the stairs with my feet in the
Air : I think that I'm Jazzy
Like Christ : one more cigarette and
The car burns slow : burning like
The body waiting at home : throw
Out your teeth and call all your
Friends : someone coughing took
Away my breath : inches of glass
All shiny and new screaming
Laughing-fucks me to death
One more boy full of writhing
White mice : rolls over again in
A london disguise : the blood
Bath woman in room number
One : sex-eye make up tonight
She just woke up today to do as she's told : do you
Want to touch her?