On my waist, through my hair. Think about it when you touch me there. Close my eyes, here you are. All alone,. Dancin' in the dark. . Tell me baby, if it's wrong. To let my hands, do what they
Mountains of molehills. A grapevine in my ear, spots on the tiger. While the townspeople gather to hear. While the nests in my hands starve for rest Sticklers for cheap fun. You oughta be ashamed