Cure The Sex-eye-make-up Lyrics

Sex-eye-make-up Lyrics

Run around the chairs in your sunday dress

 It's the best thing money can buy

 Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air

 I think that i'm jazzy like christ

 One more cigarette and the car burns slow

 Burning like the body waiting at home

 Throw out your teeth and call all your friends

 Someone coughing took away my breath

 Inches of glass all shiny and new screaming laughing-

 Fucks me to death one more boy full of writing white mice

 Rolls over again in a london disguise

 The blood bath woman in room number one

 Sex-eye-make-up tonight she just woke up today to do as she's told

 Do you want to touch her?