my sweetest little sour
i thought i saw her pretty face
on the bottom of a wine’s bottle
we used drank ‘til we drowned
sounds like poetry,
my devious little dreams
diving into the endless place
with a strange smile upon my face
carry me (carry me)
she’s blooming my aching heart
from the bottom to sky arise
bury me (bury me)
she’s running into the garden
into her wildflower paradise
blood red lipstick, tender white skin
joan crawford eyes, black velvet hair
burnin’ me so good like a cigarette
she’s like a cactus in a rose bush
and i’m a kinda addicted to your rush,
sounds like poetry,
my devious little dreams
diving into the endless place
with a strange smile upon my face
(*)
let’s spend our night.
and dance, dance to the light
die of laughing, again and again
from moonlight ‘til break of dawn
let’s go crazy together
here and now, more than ever
to every color, every sound
around this grey old town
(*)
carry me (carry me)
she’s blooming my aching heart
from the bottom to sky arise
bury me (bury me)
into her forest fire
into her wildflower paradise
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