Red shoes
Ivory feet
Black lipstick
You know my taste is sweet
Attractive, interactive,
Wouldn't it be weird if I wasn't weird
Enough to be feared for my silver needles for my golden tears
For my silver needles for my golden tears
Rehab blues
Afraid to breed
Walking wounded you know you're always weak
Reprise
You're afraid
You're afraid
Lost all hope lost in lust
You can't cope
Let me torture you
I have the perfume soap
Dead grass
Empty skys
Cherish darkness love it when you cry
Reprise
Writer(s): Dianna Marie St Hilaire
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