You want me
No you don't
You mean something
I don't know
A can of arsenic
To get me off of your toes
Do you want me
I should go
You are not me
Or did I show
A creep with pasty heart
And made of gold
A creep with pasty heart
Growing mold
if you say to me tomorow
take my hand child come with me
take my hand child come with me
1 comment:
Whoa. Those are some intense lyrics. We should play it with 3StarDog.
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