Fashion Tips Baby

You can’t make me go outside
The trees are vicious
The winds speak lies
Arms of summer warn «rain tonight»
On horseback through it I coughed to stay alive
I first faught the knife that brought life to Skin was stretched and rules were made
Scalpel pushed and pulled
Now I kneel in shame
Terrors of the night
Waiting her to scream at night
Akward desire to taste her
Take her outside
Make her make me I put her on her back
And sewed diamonds into her eyes
She can see me better now
And I can love her again
So easily you fashion the words crime
as her dress slips down around her ankles