Will you put my hands away?
Will you be my man?
Serve
She says, "It helps with the lights out"
Her rabid glow
I had seven faces
Thought I knew which one to wear
But
I wish I could eat the salt off of your
I'm gonna pull you in close, gonna wrap you up
Yours is the only version of my desertion
That I could
Shhhh
C'mon, c'mon
My best friend's a butcher
He has sixteen knives
He carries
I want your silent parts
The parts the birds love, I
When she walks down the street
She knows there's people watching
The
I wish I could live free I hope it's not
Surprise sometimes
Will come around
Surprise sometimes
Will come around
I will