Mr. Mister
Mr. Mister - Murder For Hire songtekst
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Gaze in these black eyes, longing for your bite Please don't go my love no not yet Red lipstick goes real nice with wine With your poison, hypnotize As I croon into my elvis-55 So stay with me, my scream queen And suck the skin off those bones Until theyr'e polished off all white n clean... Such Supple lips that taste like Mace May I have a bite of your face?... Well Look at you, Such a soft nice tongue, and Green Eyes, Oh I Think I'll Keep Them... 1, 2, 3 or 4? Would You Like Anymore? Blood Stained Fingers Up Inside... you One last kiss- Lemme be the last set of lips That you taste- You know that your'e diggin on this rape All I want is to see, you beg n pleed on your knees Such good times, passion crimes that make us laugh to see you die So when your'e home alone and you hear a sound it's not the wind This new jersey knife wielding greaser gangs coming for your skin You look tough-even with my knife in your throat You talk loud-even though you're chokin on blood now Could it be?-youre not as tough as case like me I'll have a good time-on this night I'll sip my drink and watch you die! So When you rest your head, for a souless sleep better say your prayers These new jersey b-movie drive-in kids make sure it's the last And all I see, is your fingers grabbing me My god are you still alive? Let the forceps go to work I get off on hearing you cry Knives please, No Gurls None in this world Unless it's the kind I can reach inside! So Take Good Care, Running Scared TCB Kid you're DOA! So when your'e home alone and you hear a sound you best be scared And When you rest your head, for a souless sleep better say your prayers These new jersey b-movie drive-in kids make sure it's the last