Текст песни The Ghost with the Most - Daughters
We
held
down
miles
of
my
own
vomit
Just
to
get
my
rocket
in
the
pocket
of
every
pretty
lady
in
town.
(Maybe
no
one
hugged
me
enough
as
a
child,
Or
maybe
some
one
did
too
much)
Complain
to
the
scissors,
bite
the
skirt
sleeve.
Let's
see
the
look
on
your
face
when
i
make
it
work.
If
every
woman
was
a
continent,
i
would
be
napoleon.
Yeah
your
body's
the
sea
for
me
to
navigate.
I
want
to
be
the
superb
qualities
to
your
three
pronged
fingertips.
I'll
be
the
ashtray
to
love's
unfiltered
cigarettes,
Like
the
k-9
nose
to
your
crotch.
I
want
to
watch
you
undress
through
the
keyhole.
You
make
me
cum
like
never
before.
Blah
blah
blah
blah.
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