Make me reflective

Introspective

Make me the violence

And explain my silence

'Cause it's never too
Late to fill me with hate

So pull away  go

Make me look cool

And she looks best

Sunday mornings

Coming down

So what will I achieve

And who should I believe

I lick her slit

As it tightens its grip

My drugged up kiss

So hey  have something else

It's hard to conceal the way

I feel

And she looks best

Sunday mornings

Coming down

It seems that some swanker

Makes her darker sights her hair