She'll suck the living down to size three She'll suck the living and she'll kill me Necks are crooked and it's time to sing Her beak's wide open at the sound of wings
Oh, i Oh, i Oh, i Oh, i
She kisses harder than me She kisses harder than me I guess I'm not that hungry
Veins are rivers, flowing to the sea Fish will eat it, but don't ask me Angels looking, make it hard to cry People looking, make it cool to die
Oh, i Oh, i Oh, i Oh, i
She kisses harder than me She kisses harder than me I guess I'm not that hungry She kisses harder than me She kisses harder than me I guess I'm not that hungry
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