I wish I could eat the salt off of your faded lips We can cap the old times make playing logical harm We can cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, she's bad, oh bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and I'll never see this face You'll go yourself in the neck
And we can find new 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 that I'm poor and never seen 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 go stabbing yourself in the neck
in the way that she poses It's in the things that she puts in my Her stories are boring and She's calling my bluff
She puts the, she puts the weights into my heart And she in my room and she takes it apart She puts the weights into my little I said, "She puts the weights my little heart"
She packs away, she packs She away, she packs away She packs away, she away She away
in the way that she walks Her heaven is enough She puts the weights in my She puts the, she puts the into my little heart