With one or two I get used to the room.
We go slow when we first make our moves. By five or six bring you out to the car, number nine with my head on the bar.
And it's sad, but true. Out of cash and I.O.U's.
I've got desperate desires and unadmirable plans. My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent. Bring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold.
A sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes.
And they're scared that we know, all the crimes they'll commit.
Like who they'll kiss before they get home.
Barely conscious in the door where you stand. Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes its demands. You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute. I almost feel sorry for what I'm going to do.
And your hair smells of smoke, who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone.
Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold, in the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone. You're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start.
If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart.
Cause it's all you can be, You're a drunk and you're scared
It's ladies night, all the girls drink for free.
I will lie awake, and lie for fun and fake the way I hold you.
Let you fall for every empty word I say.
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just don't pinch too hard, okay? D:
bg is a dragggggggg
hbu