White Vodevil - Glamour Satanism | Текст песни

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Damn, I wanna be your cat
moving down slowly
Quietly slicing your mind
Eating your brain
I wanna be a black cat, baby
Yeah, maybe
I wanna be your little pet

God, I wanna be your tie
Touching you slightly
Hardly hamper to breath
Strangling your neck
Yes, I wanna be your tie, baby
Yeah, someday
I'll distinguish your head

I wanna be your favourite abortion
or extazy made of angel's wings
I wanna it your heart and throw it up
I wanna be your glamour satanism

Damn, I gonna be your first kissing
lips to lips and
Hot as hell on halloween
Gonna be a french kiss, baby
Try me again
Such obscene and awful kiss

I wanna be your bubble gum
rotting so tasty
It's just a question of time
when you'll choke on it
I wanna be you bubble gum, baby
Yeah, ladies
I will collapse with all your shit

I wanna be your favourite abortion
or extazy made of angel's wings
I wanna it your heart and throw it up
I wanna be your glamour satanism

Yes, I wanna be your cat
Yes, I wanna be your tie
Yes, I wanna be your pet
Whatever I do
I do it right

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