CruoreyeI feel your hands grabbing my throat
As you say
My love, are you the devil?
I would worship you instead of him
I have no time for confession
For I'm too busy committing sins
My love, you're something special
I've never met someone like you
You'd make me fall from heaven
But I know just what I do
"Devil, " you call me
But seems to be enjoying
The fruits of my labour that came to me too young
When he stole my virtue
I'm glad it seems to serve you
That I was born a daughter and not a son
For if I'm going down
I guess I'll take you with me
Screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing
And I will tell you now
That I'm not even singing
There's no escape for some
Least of all for me
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Paris Paloma - the fruits
2024-01-24 07:48:18 +0000