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Don't ever say that I don't treat you Without enough of astro-voodoo I drained myself into your jet fuel tank But it might as well have been a snowbank Bent over a rusty barrel Living in this broken vessel The only chance I have is make it like it's special Touch you like a pirate, try to make you tremble Then you slap me with your tiny hands And kiss me with your lips of sand It blushes blood, into the bulb And lights the sky You're always living in a vacuum Behave like I am just a costume Take off for the constellations Whichever suits your masturbation In space I'm going to build a station Beside the one that you vacation on And when you look across you'll see me staring back and You'll know that we're watching the same stars tonight Then you slap me with your tiny hands Letras de cancionesAnd kiss me with your lips of sand It blushes blood, into the bulb And lights the sky Don't poke at my greedy eyes But in my prison cell I fantasize about just floating sweetly Down into the space You call Your own And then you slap me with your shaman hands And kiss me with your lips of sand It blushes blood, into the bulb In a photon flood And lights the sky From Letras Mania