grit your teeth
& tie your garters
girls
we got him right where
we want him
just don't drink his
blood
don't laugh at his
jokes
& for God's sake
never catch him smiling
the blue-eyed babes all call
that man the devil
& he will drag us all straight
to Hell if we can't keep
our cool
keep lighting his
cigarettes
keep tasting his
bourbon tongue
your day will come
& your glorious goddess wings
will strip him down
to all the breath
he ever stole
from you
& you'll never let your
musician of choice
into your bed
again
for another week
or two
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
grit your teeth
& tie your garters
girls
we got him right where
we want him
just don't drink his
blood
don't laugh at his
jokes
& for God's sake
never catch him smiling
the blue-eyed babes all call
that man the devil
& he will drag us all straight
to Hell if we can't keep
our cool
keep lighting his
cigarettes
keep tasting his
bourbon tongue
your day will come
& your glorious goddess wings
will strip him down
to all the breath
he ever stole
from you
& you'll never let your
musician of choice
into your bed
again
for another week
or two
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