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she blew the whistle so...it's time our spines and bones grind, we kissed under mistletoetook up each others alone timeshe made me hot cocoa, i added in shots of so-coi love her southern comfort, she likes my california sunburn, i can be stubbornbut i was born solo, try to see myself die in a duomaybe the light's too lowi'll get mineshe'll get hersi'll get what i have comingshe'll sing those things she's hummingwe'll get on each others nervesin such a good wayher tongue can melt the skinthen straight through, to the bone of my skeletona strip tease... the cheap thrillmy lips freeze... at her will, i either need her love, or prescription sleeping pillstonight, i just can't keep still From Letras Mania