Next Time You Are Going to Get It Dirty, Shirley

You want it all the time

So smooth to me with us all on the other line

Powerhousing bills as well as conspiracies they write

Of our time management

I'll never love a demon child

For the rest of my days (Come now, the board is clean)

The logic of a slut wearing a white dress

Never made sense to me

So I face the facts of time

Oh, it's so great, she's so great

(You'll never understand)

These walls are closed

(The logic of lust)

This mind is expansive

(You'll never understand)

There is just time

(The logic of lust)

"Be you, me"

Claims the Queen to the King

That this feud was to last until

Blood spilt onto one or the other's gowns

(Liar, liar, hypocrite)

Making me count the days

In my room

With the mind of drawing

And the touch of craft

That was so intent

To demean my corridor

And unleash colours to all

This is the taste of passing

Same as the taste of stressing over body

You walk down the streets so clean

The red lights glimmer in your eyes

I can never forgive the stains left

Behind in a back alley hotel room

Cream!

You walk down the streets so clean

The red lights glimmer in your eyes

I can never forgive the stains left

Behind in a back alley hotel room

You walk down the streets so clean

The red lights glimmer in your eyes

I can never forgive the stains left

Behind in a back alley hotel room