wielding the weapon of woo,
I dance ignorance
I bat my eyelashes,
say "no"
I am crumbling beneath "you look so pretty"
I am building up an altar made of ash
I am flirting in a way you hadn't thought of
I am fooling you,
I am fooling all of you.
I sit behind my green velvet curtain,
microphone to my beating lips,
I laugh
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
wielding the weapon of woo,
I dance ignorance
I bat my eyelashes,
say "no"
I am crumbling beneath "you look so pretty"
I am building up an altar made of ash
I am flirting in a way you hadn't thought of
I am fooling you,
I am fooling all of you.
I sit behind my green velvet curtain,
microphone to my beating lips,
I laugh