SERMON 34: LOVE AND MASOCHISM
i'll squeeze ya tight with all my might feel your bones
I don't care for your skin or what lies within 'cept your bones
well ill crush em right into a powdery white
drink em with my tea and just a teaspoon of sweet
well a lemon squeeze is all I need to drink you
i'll sprinkle you in my bath just add some sassafras and im golden
breathe you in through my nose dont worry
momma knows how to know you
I try to pull the drain but it's all in vain
I'll soak in you in a big you stew
don't worry baby it's just you and me
well i'll roll you up into a solid blunt smoking bones
red around my eyes how you get me high smoking bone
but what will I do when Im without you cause youre gone
ya i've used you up you know theres nothing left no more bones
no more bones