Pure Love
She
She walks her feet through tired streetsBe careful not to break the glassShe's a twenty-fucking-something, just hungry for lovingShe is fresh trash, more than pure class So stop me before I hurt myselfI am a picture of perfect healthAnd even though I hate being aloneI still wouldn't take you homeShe speaks only lies, through straining eyesIs careful not to ruin her charmShe makes the devil run through me, she has the cruelest of beautyShe is the needle, not the vein in your armSo stop me before I hurt myselfI am a picture of perfect healthAnd even though I hate being aloneI still wouldn't take you homeSo stop me before I hurt myselfI am a picture of perfect healthAnd even though I hate being aloneI still wouldn't take you homeI still wouldn't take you home
From Letras Mania