we'll settle down in this moment cause we are now fucked. oh pretty. yea! oh pretty faces. oh how i long for a home within homes, touchin limbs like one-ways. how i long for a home within homes, facin' out like a loose lipped lady. un bouche d'ore can 't fix it. a soft shell is all we'll be. can you read my face? tell me what it says. you don't have a fucking clue. oh to see ones self. pretty pretty faces line the salt trap i'm sitting in, and i kindly ask that you get the fuck away, but you just pull on my skin, and get a taste anyway.