IRC-Galleria

Black dress with the tights underneath
I've got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth
And she's an actress but she ain't got no need
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east
T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks, while my tongue
is on the inside of some other girl's teeth
tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef
that I'm a vegetarian
And I ain't fucking scared of him

kertosäe:
She wants to touch me, whoa oh
She wants to love me, whoa oh
She'll never leave me, whoa oh whoa oh oh oh
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho, 'cause a whore won't trust me
She wants to touch me, whoa oh
She wants to love me, whoa oh
She'll never leave me, whoa oh, whoa oh oh oh
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho, 'cause a whore won't trust me

X's on the back of your hand
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands
And your setlist
You stole off the stage
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page

B-b-b-bruises cover your arms shaking in the
Fingers with the bottle in your palm
And the best is
No one knows who you are
Just another girl, alone at the bar

kertosäe

Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller
And talk with your hips

I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller
And talk with your hips
I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller
And talk with your hips