Headache from the drifting sound
The bullshit poured incessantly
And I started to drown
I started to drown
Well I started to…
My perversions pave the path
The cowboy boots shuffled on the bar
Her wealth carried itself to the darker half of my heart
Meeting time was midnight on the lower east side
South of heaven on the jukebox
Our tongues pleasantly collide
Collide
Her teeth pierce my
Pierce my outer flesh
She's left her mark
I'm not ready yet
I'm not ready yet
Too much too soon
Her attitude led me to presume
That I was ready
For everything she set before me
There she was in all her glory
My Brooklyn bed time story
Which began with bold words (Bullworth?)
Ended up quite gory
You're quite gory
Her teeth pierce my
Pierce my outer flesh
She's left her mark
I'm not ready yet
I'm not ready yet
Though, I wanted it all
She gave it up and so quick
I was used, too innocent
She used large pink instruments
Used large pink instruments
Too much to soon
Too much to soon
It was too much for even me
It's too much
Just too much
Just too much
As the avenue's descending
It's a lack of apprehension that is making my,
Making my
My stomach turn
My stomach turn
Her teeth pierce my
Pierce my outer flesh
She's left her mark
I'm not ready yet
I'm not ready yet
Though I wanted it all
She gave it up and so quick
I was used, too innocent
She used large pink instruments
Used large pink instruments
Too much to soon
Too much to soon
It was too much for even me
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
Her teeth pierce my outer flesh
She's left her mark, I'm not ready yet
Tug and pull at her ring (reign?)
She screams and screams
And screams and screams
Screams and screams
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