Yellow eyes take the back seat when I

Curse away those warm hands

With forked tongues

Black eyes

And red lips

Be careful when you compare hit with hand and fist with hand

Because you don't know shit your eyes are bad so how 'bout a game around with this little she-devil

Between his eyes and hot throat

Yellow eyes take the back seat when I

Curse away those warm hands

With forked tongues

Black eyes

And red lips

He gulps now at this replaces fist with hand

To cool the hotness high on his scalp

Returning to badness and age

Running away from being skinned

He who loses lips dies slow sad and young

And will not know the high shelled stitch

Between his legs and damp throat

Between his eyes and damp throat