Lay next to me stare into the abyss/
Hearing you breathing, a heart beat I did not miss/
Just relax babe while I set the record, play the hits/
Drift away, lay away, they stay away, we have our fits/
Tell me about your family, when was the last time you saw your little sis?/
You **** your shotgun skirt, lift your shirt and blow me to bits/
Putting our clothes back on and you look at me, make it clear you're still a wicked witch/
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
Lay next to me stare into the abyss/
Hearing you breathing, a heart beat I did not miss/
Just relax babe while I set the record, play the hits/
Drift away, lay away, they stay away, we have our fits/
Tell me about your family, when was the last time you saw your little sis?/
You **** your shotgun skirt, lift your shirt and blow me to bits/
Putting our clothes back on and you look at me, make it clear you're still a wicked witch/
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