I am sweet swine
In victorian doorways
In tempestuous foreplay
I am sweet swine
Among whites not bright
And clocks locked
I am sweet swine
In victorian doorways
In tempestuous foreplay
I am the sweet swine
Among whites not bright
And clocks locked
On the night of cake and kin
Where I took you by your skin indoors
A light spinning, we perform
And outside, left you again to your wife
Through victorian doorways
How I house my heart in ironworks, it hurts
There must be some finesse, there must be some finesse to self-worth
How I house my heart in ironworks, it hurts
There must be some finesse to self-worth
I am sweet swine
In victorian doorways
In tempestuous foreplay
I am sweet swine
Among whites not bright
And clocks locked
I am sweet swine
And no man is ever mine
And no man is ever mine
I am sweet swine
And no man is ever mine
And no man is ever mine
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