...And We All Have A Hell

From First To Last

Composición de: From First to Last
Every day gets worse, 
Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse 
You must wonder why I look at you that way 
Tonight I'll make my way into your house 
I must; I'm lusting for your body 
Skin looks tight, think I just might have 
To take a bite, but I know one will turn 
To three or four or more my little whore 

Tonight, tonight 
She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?) 
Bobbysoxer, so pure, so young 
(By morning her soul will be gone, gone.) 

I did a beautiful thing, 
Relax baby, that's a good girl 
You're like my work of art 
I can control, I can contort any 
Position that I wish, 
I make my fantasy reality 
Hold still, it will be over soon 

Tonight, tonight 
She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?) 
Bobbysoxer, so pure, so young 
(By morning her soul will be gone, gone, gone, gone.) 

I blend with the walls so I won't be seen 
My love, you smell so.. 
I took one good look, 
I followed you home 

Tonight, tonight 
She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?) 
Bobbysoxer, so pure, so young 
(By morning her soul will be gone)
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