Tytuł: Blue black

• Wykonawca: Heather Nova
• Wyświetleń: 279

  
   Eat your words, eat your heart out
  Eat your words, eat your heart out
  
  There's not much left, just my red dress
  Just this feeling that I got
  You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen
  It's my memory it's your loss
  
  Blue black, maybe you got something
  But the flowers grew back
  
  And was it familiar when you touched my sister
  God, I don't think there's a word for that
  
  Blue black, maybe you got something
  But the flowers grew black
  
  I gave it away, whore for a day
  It's so ugly, I'm still breathing
  But you never got my virgin heart
  It stayed locked up, it's still beating