The Wytches - Her Parents (Acoustic) | Текст песни

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• Her Parents (Acoustic)

in her sunshine blouse
she prefers to keep the desperate men out
and if i stay far away
then she'll feel okay
cos the smile on her face is poison

in the rotary chair
she's spinning too fast as it spits out her hair
and she's well known for her tendencies grown
as the number on the scales shiver

we fight like the crows
shoulders elbows
all covered in blood, from the farmgirls last purge
between selling me your love or passing
well i fell with no pain, but it hurt just the same

annabel's in the rain
reading those dreams for the number or names
well she comes across
like an animal lost
but her cage is the cleanest around

and your parents hold you down in the night
before closing your eyes, you say "everythings white"
when she next arrives, did her conscience survive?
as the smile on her face artificial
yes the smile on her face artificial

well i searched through her purse
wronging family since birth
you feel like a worm
buried body in dirt
on my birthday i scream
every days a bad dream, or a story to sell
but stop reading me
annabel