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Spit on your hand and lead me inside Through the caves of your fingers and into the tide Sow, mare, b*tch, vixen, I've always had a thing for dangerous women. One more line and an audience will clap in their head Removing the animal hide that covers your bed With a classroom compass I can now say I've been kissed Across my pale body clenched in her fist Sow, mare, b*tch, vixen, I've always had a thing for dangerous women. Button on your hood and we can sleep in the graveyard Zip up your boots, I'll be in the yard The holes in conversations she fills with smoke rings I tell her I'm with someone, she laughs, says "no strings" Sow, mare, b*tch, vixen, I've always had a thing for dangerous women. It's easy to remember and hard to forget For the dust of reflection has not settled yet Sow, mare, b*tch, vixen, I've always had a thing for dangerous women. |