Those Poor Bastards
Hoist That Skirt
Hoist that skirt above your knee And comb the demons from your hair Kiss me with them evil lips If its wrong, well, I don't really care 'Cause I wanna feel darlin' I wanna feel, like I'm livin' One more time, let me feel like I'm livin' It's like I'm in a wheelchair And my neck is trapped within a noose Maybe I've had too much booze Yeah, that's a fuckin' good excuse That's my hand upon your leg Like a fish dead upon the shore I know it's hard to look at me Close your eyes, my dear, forever more
From Letras Mania