Naïve - Your Own Princess | Текст песни

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• Naïve
• Your Own Princess

Under her nails, black shade eyes.
Slowly torn here, undressed tantilize.
We'r not going to die, I promise.
Drink the waves, sigh.
Her hand, caress the flood.
Like an orchestra, may the wind pull our scabs.
The inner smell of your bra.
We should run before she stabs.
A girl's rude purity, a meathook through you.
Finally reach the wall we ran into.
I hate your eternity.
YOU WANNA RULE THE WORLD.
YOU WANNA RULE MY WORLD.
A NARCOTIC WISH I GUESS.
TONIGHT, YOU'LL BE YOUR OWN PRINCESS.
Because the best way to know you miss someone is to sit next to her and to know that she'll never be yours anymore.