Letra da Música Sex-eye Make up de The Glove

Run around the chairs in
your Sunday dress: it s the best
thing money can buy: or leave me
on the stairs with my feet in the
air: I think that Im Jazzy
like Christ: one more cigarette and
the car burns slow: burning like
the body waiting at home: throw
out your teeth and call all your
friends: someone coughing took
away my breath: inches of glass
all shiny and new screaming
laughing-fucks me to death
one more boy full of writhing
white mice: rolls over again in
a London disguise: the blood
bath woman in room number
one: sex-eye make up tonight
she just woke up today to do as she s
touch her ?