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In the dark she is rocking Not to records but to the voices in her head Lilybelle Lilybelle Lilybelle Hot as Hell 3 a.m. and it feels just like high noon in her head Come to bed when the air cools down I'm gonna skate away I'm gonna fly so far I'm gonna kiss that star Get off of that trip Don't touch it baby (Get off of that trip) You'll burn your pretty fingers, (Get off of that trip) You'll soil your cherry hands (Get off of that trip) Seven thousand holes to blow through Scissors and paper and other sharp things You can chew on that for awhile You're a trained dog girl You got house, heart of gold Won't you try to forget, won't you let me, won't you let me go to sleep Close you eyes, pull the plug, shut it down, kill the lights, shut it up, shut it up Let your head go Letras de cancionesWon't you let your head go Why not let your head go to nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. Nothing girl (x 7) Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing girl (x 7) Get off of that trip. Don't touch it baby (Get off of that trip) You'll burn your pretty fingers, (Get off of that trip) You'll soil your sherry hands (Get off of that trip) Seven thousand holes to blow through There are songbirds and sweet things where angels bare wings and bask in the afterglow of good deeds done by tender souls But I, in my wretched state, Fat from years of sucking hate, can never scrape the dirt off, Can never shake the other side It hides in holes behind my eyes From Letras Mania