In My Little Black Dress Lyrics

	In my little black dress I have come to confess
	That defiance is not what it seems
	I am covered in dirt and my fingers they hurt
	From the women I’ve tried to appease
	I am soothing my soul with indulgence and gold
	I will bury my face in your loins
	I will master this dance with my cock in your hands
	There's a slot in my back for the coins
	There's a little black man in the palm of my hand
	Who keeps saying that fire will come
	I have wandered this earth from the time of my birth
	So my legs they are starting to numb
	In the heart of my soul I will make me a hole
	Just to marvel when evil comes out
	Let my silence convey all the things I can’t say
	You can salvage my sex with your mouth
	In my little black dress I have come to confess
	That defiance is not what it seems
	My devotion is dead like the thoughts in my head
	Are we searching for omens to see?
	Every moment of fate is determined by hate
	Please bestow me a reason to kill
	There’s a little white man in the palm of my hand
	Who keeps saying to do what thou wilt
	I put out I put in, it’s my cardinal sin
	Please enjoy throwing pearls before swine
	What we build always fall
	There is nothing at all that will last till the ending of time
	Only carnage makes sense, let the madness commence
	Let's make demons and gods out of men
	Can compassion survive when we cease to comply
	With the concept of death as the end?

	In my little black dress I have come to confess
	That defiance is not what it seems
	I am covered in dirt and my fingers they hurt
	From the women I' ve tried to appease
	I am soothing my soul with indulgence and gold
	I will bury my face in your loins
	I will master this dance with my cock in your hands
	There' s a slot in my back for the coins
	There' s a little black man in the palm of my hand
	Who keeps saying that fire will come
	I have wandered this earth from the time of my birth
	So my legs they are starting to numb
	In the heart of my soul I will make me a hole
	Just to marvel when evil comes out
	Let my silence convey all the things I can' t say
	You can salvage my sex with your mouth
	In my little black dress I have come to confess
	That defiance is not what it seems
	My devotion is dead like the thoughts in my head
	Are we searching for omens to see?
	Every moment of fate is determined by hate
	Please bestow me a reason to kill
	There' s a little white man in the palm of my hand
	Who keeps saying to do what thou wilt
	I put out I put in, it' s my cardinal sin
	Please enjoy throwing pearls before swine
	What we build always fall
	There is nothing at all that will last till the ending of time
	Only carnage makes sense, let the madness commence
	Let' s make demons and gods out of men
	Can compassion survive when we cease to comply
	With the concept of death as the end?

	In my little black dress I have come to confess
	That defiance is not what it seems
	I am covered in dirt and my fingers they hurt
	From the women I' ve tried to appease
	I am soothing my soul with indulgence and gold
	I will bury my face in your loins
	I will master this dance with my cock in your hands
	There' s a slot in my back for the coins
	There' s a little black man in the palm of my hand
	Who keeps saying that fire will come
	I have wandered this earth from the time of my birth
	So my legs they are starting to numb
	In the heart of my soul I will make me a hole
	Just to marvel when evil comes out
	Let my silence convey all the things I can' t say
	You can salvage my sex with your mouth
	In my little black dress I have come to confess
	That defiance is not what it seems
	My devotion is dead like the thoughts in my head
	Are we searching for omens to see?
	Every moment of fate is determined by hate
	Please bestow me a reason to kill
	There' s a little white man in the palm of my hand
	Who keeps saying to do what thou wilt
	I put out I put in, it' s my cardinal sin
	Please enjoy throwing pearls before swine
	What we build always fall
	There is nothing at all that will last till the ending of time
	Only carnage makes sense, let the madness commence
	Let' s make demons and gods out of men
	Can compassion survive when we cease to comply
	With the concept of death as the end?

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