The Kubrick Cats - My Favourite Sins | Текст песни

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Blood drops on my lips and silence of coffin
Bright shining fangs and misterious laughing
Trembling of victims that turns into screams
These are a few of my favourite sins

Cream-coloured Bayleys and fresh apple cider
Absynth and whiskey and beer I consider
Shot of tequila with lime, salt and kiss
Well, I don't think so, but some say - it's sin

Handsome young men with their handcuffs and lashes
Bruises that stay as the sign of the passions
Waxdrops that melt on my thigs and my tits
These are a few of my favourite sins

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite sins
And then I don't feel so bad

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