Sticky with champagne. It's okay, it's her birthday, sticky. . Her lips are always open and bloody red. Bloody trying to get us all in her bed. In her head she hears a hundred songs that I wrote say.
Dance me face to face. While I finger your ribcage. Dance me face to face. While I finger your ribcage. . I've got a filthy mind, love. She's got those laser light gloves.
Sometimes you go to sleep in your make up. Sometimes you take off your pants when you wake up. Sometimes you walk a bridge in your girl shoes. It's okay if you're late because they will always love you.
Violence is glamor, I'm glamorous. Tell me that you love me before we turn to dust. My hand can be heavy when it lives in your mouth. Violence is glamor, let's just drown.
Let her love you the only way she can. With bottles and her momma's cigarettes. Let her love you the only way she can. She poses before she blows up again.