Glove (The)
Sex-Eye-Make-Up
Run around the chairs in your sunday dressIt's the best thing money can buyOr leave me on the stairs with my feet in the airI think that I'm jazzy like christOne more cigarette and the car burnsBurning like the body waiting at homeThrow out your teeth and call all your friendsSomeone coughing took away my breathInches of glass all shiny and new Screaming laughing - fucks me to death One more boy full of writhing white miceRolls over again in a london disguiseThe blood bath woman in room number oneSex-eye-make-up tonightShe just woke up today to do as she's toldDo you want to touch her?
From Letras Mania