Hold yourself back, girl,
Rest those wretched fists
The laughter is surrounding us
Don't try to make it quick
Your customs may not differ
From those who face the west
But slow your heart rate, girl,
For the hunter can hear best
Whisper behind the willows
And set your secrets free
They don't dominate you, girl,
Yet predate on you and me
Now, if the majority strikes
You should never dare wither
You're safe when I'm around
So... What if, girl?
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
Hold yourself back, girl,
Rest those wretched fists
The laughter is surrounding us
Don't try to make it quick
Your customs may not differ
From those who face the west
But slow your heart rate, girl,
For the hunter can hear best
Whisper behind the willows
And set your secrets free
They don't dominate you, girl,
Yet predate on you and me
Now, if the majority strikes
You should never dare wither
You're safe when I'm around
So... What if, girl?
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