I I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips We can cap the old times make only logical harm We can cap the old lines make that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, bad, oh she's bad
But it's different now I'm poor and aging I'll never see this again You'll go stabbing yourself in the
And we can new ways of living Make only logical harm And we can top the old clay Making that nothing else change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, bad, oh she's bad
It's different now I'm poor and aging I'll never this place again You'll go stabbing yourself in the
But it's different now I'm poor and aging never see this place again And you'll go stabbing in the neck
It's in the way she poses in the things that she puts in my head Her are boring and stuff always calling my bluff
She puts the, she the weights into my little heart And she in my room and she takes it apart She puts the weights into my little I said, "She puts the into my little heart"
She packs away, she packs She packs away, she packs She packs away, she packs She packs
in the way that she walks Her heaven is enough She puts the in my heart She puts the, she puts the into my little heart