Loneliness Is The Elocution Of Another

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5686]

With ice in her tongue
And hate in her head
Well how does it feel when she’s in your bed

She’s there in your arms
Wrapped up perplexed
Well how does it feel when she self-harms with her sex

When she tightens the grip
Does your ship sail
Or does it cast its net
Well how does it feel when you’re covered in her sweat

Does she tease to appease?
Does she sleaze to please?
Does she want on you’re knees?

It’s all so familiar
She’s a Portuguese Man O’ War killer

Got you boxed
She’s all over you like Chickenpox

Sucks you in with here allure
You know the score, but still want more

With death in her eyes
And looks that could kill
Well how does it feel when she’s had her fill

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