I got the black leather skirt,
you got the eyes that yearn, I got the kiss that kills, you teach me all that's left to learn. This happy thing is new, baby's been all locked into the blues. You're a rock 'n' roll man, damn, if I'm falling for you. Damn, am I falling for you. Paint me like one of your goth queens, I wanna be more than a muse. You're a rock 'n' roll man, damn if I'm falling for you. Damn, am I falling for you. Seven degrees of separation, seven deadly sins, seven wonders of the world, Don't mean shit when you're a ten. Comments are closed.
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Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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