You: cheeks stained with opal drops,
lips smudged with ghost kisses.
Film star smoking in the dusk light,
wearing her wrap around coat and a frown.
Give ‘em hell and make them pay,
or cower beneath the blankets and shiver.
She’s a solid punch to the nose
but she does it so well you’ll praise her fist.
And she lets you take the stage for a while,
so she can watch you swing your hips.
Watch her through the frosted glass,
follow her through the demented nights.
Let her make you crazy.
Let her make you cry.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
You: cheeks stained with opal drops,
lips smudged with ghost kisses.
Film star smoking in the dusk light,
wearing her wrap around coat and a frown.
Give ‘em hell and make them pay,
or cower beneath the blankets and shiver.
She’s a solid punch to the nose
but she does it so well you’ll praise her fist.
And she lets you take the stage for a while,
so she can watch you swing your hips.
Watch her through the frosted glass,
follow her through the demented nights.
Let her make you crazy.
Let her make you cry.
i don't know what to do with her
