Got my suit pressed
Just to the funeral
Is it a new dress?
God you look beautiful
So hold me
Did that sound apropiate?
Like Chloe
We just shouldn't be doing this
But I can get used to it
She's sobering up
I'm talking too much
She's rolling her eyes
I think that I might roll up my sleeves
And get what I want
I hurt myself bad
Sex is a weapon
But only when you're in town
I guess is better than guessing
(?)
Give me love
'Couse your kind of love
Is the binding love
Right now
She's sobering up
I'm talking too much
She's rolling her eyes
I think that she might roll up her sleeves
And get what she wants
I hurt myself bad
And now we're at your place
(?)
(?)
That was so terrible
So give me shame
Your kind of shame
Is the crying shame
Right now
She's sobering up
I'm talking too much
She's rolling her eyes
I think that she might roll up her sleeves
And get what she wants
I hurt myself bad
She's sobering up
I'm talking too much
She's rolling her eyes
I think that she might roll up her sleeves
And get what she wants
I hurt myself bad
