National, The
Warm Singing Whores
She puts holes through the driftThrough the driftShe paints ceilings on starsMy lover builds drills (?)She kisses my foreheadThen pays me to touch herThen takes me to bed by the handTakes me to bed by the handMy lover builds drills (?)Warm singing whoresFor governmentWarm singing whoresNo no adviceNo commentary thank youNo adviceWe know these days should be better than these daysWe know these days should be better than these daysWe know these daysShe kisses the cops on the lips And she takes them to ParisAnd tucks them inShe takes them by the handLetras de cancionesAnd tucks them inShe begs me to touch herShe begs me to touch herShe dresse in rainbowsAnd curls over to meMy lover refuses to let me believeThat men will be meFrom revenge to revengeTo revenge to revengeWarm singing whoresFor governmentWarm singing whoresNo no adviceNo commentary thank youNo adviceWe know these days should be better than these daysWe know these days should be better than these daysWe know these days(?)
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