My lips sweeten with bitterness when I kiss you.
My blood races through veins red and blue.
I love when we talk without words to say,
when you plunge inside me on the highway.
My arms are whores for you, my neck still a virgin.
The spoon's still warm. The syringe's been drained.
My blood races through veins red and blue.
I love when we talk without words to say,
when you plunge inside me on the highway.
My arms are whores for you, my neck still a virgin.
The spoon's still warm. The syringe's been drained.
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