mrscyanide

Would you be mine, would you be my Baby tonight

Swinging in the wind, drinking thougts from the chasing sights

When a drop of your sweat falls

All around rich dolls

Envy me

For the such passion,

Passive agression,

Sanity.

Would you be naive, would you be naive Darling tonight

I`m a nymph, I`m a mumper, a mayfly in autumn`s final flight

Come and fire my lines,

Come and kill me this time:

 I`m happy so

Don`t wanna live a moment

If you won`t love me more than now.

Would you be fiend, would you be fiend Honey tonight

Hiding my knives far away from my hands, from light

When I open mouth to sing

Put your lips upon my strings,

Shoot silently

This will make the moment real and alive

Eternally

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