Her pearls and trap mutter something soft
I whisper back, "You're messin' with the
Big leagues now, hun"
I bite her neck
She begs, "What's in your heart?"
She urges I spill my thoughts
I volunteer nothing but liquid.
I have got centuries
Of teachers before me
I can do anything
But I really can't do anything
You've been our guest tonight
But I dine alone
This can never be a home
Her pearls and trap mutter something soft I whisper back, "You're messin' with the Big leagues now, hun" I bite her neck She begs, "What's in your heart?" She urges I spill my thoughts I volunteer nothing but liquid.
I have got centuries Of teachers before me I can do anything But I really can't do anything You've been our guest tonight But I dine alone This can never be a home