Sever'd lips in this pocket that
I take out
They are there in these hands where i'd want them
If yer lips don't mind my dirty hands
Why should i?
She slips thru the window and
I fall thru the floor
And im slamming my hands in the face of a door
If yer door don't mind yer dancing behind
Why should i?
But I don't need it
All I need is you
Ain't that fucking cute?
Trying to stael a word from the
One who hates birds