I love the proverbial highs
And I crave the providential lows
As we wander through the city of Lost Angels
Not really lost all
Just sight seeing
The beautiful and the ******
Looking for our own little hell
Soft whispers from devils
I'll bite your soul and you'll like it
Got her curlin' toes
And her smile getting wider
I can feel it in my bones
I'm catchin' visions of her soul
Watch her eyes roll back
Throwing the rights and wrongs down a deep black hole
Bending backwards
Pretending to care about the factors
Putting one another to the test
Having *** for breakfast