Ciscandra Nostalghia - I'm Your Queen, I'm Your Cream | Текст песни

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Walking on my Jesus card, a hollow bod, and so damn cold
He sits with me in misery, The misery, it’s getting old
And when I catch my able breathe, he sleeps with me right through the night
I asked him what the cost of life would be if we could die tonight
Oh what a night

And when i ask for saving and I disgrace up the family
He says the cows are waiting for the milking of the family tree
The leaves will blow right through my throat the goats will give their sexy hum
The sound of suicide so sweet upon the loaded family gun
Oh what fun

I bleed inside my bankruptcy, I bleed inside your empty mouth
You told me that you like it rough, I think I have you figured out
And mother oh, I’m mother true, can’t beat the mother out of me
Come get your milk, it’s white like you, I give you what you really need
I’m your queen
I’m your cream
I’m your queen

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