|
I'm ready to go, |
|
It's creeping along. |
|
A deep lack of guilt, |
|
And fool's sense of love. |
|
You can say it's nothing, |
|
You can claim there's no-one to hide. |
|
You could be respectable and keep it to yourself, |
|
Cause we know that she was the best that you've had. |
|
Yes I know, she was the best that you've had. |
|
Greased and unclean, |
|
A hiss laid by |
|
God. A duped bridle hole, |
|
And a boyhood slipping in |
|
Blood. You can say it's nothing, |
|
You can claim there's no-one to hide. |
|
You could be respectable and keep it to yourself at least, |
|
Cause we know that she was the best that you've had. |
|
Yes I know, she was the best that you've had. |
|
V U L T U |
|
R E - P I |
|
A N O!! You can say it's nothing, |
|
You can claim there's no-one to hide. |
|
You could be respectable and keep it to yourself at least, |
|
Cause we know that she was the best that you've had. |
|
Yes I know, she was the best that you've had. |
