Too late it seems to be my fate not to lose my poise where is your engine noise too late I sit and wait for noises on the floor for a knocking on my
my leg you sneaky thieve you want to kill so full you still eat your fill you little wanna-be vampire in the green you dig your teeth into my skin
In a garden in a house of love Sitting lonely on a plastic chair The sun is cruel when he hides away I need a sister - I'll just stay A little girl,
is far away, you don't listen to what I say. Give me permission to enter. I'd like to understand, let me hold your hand. Let me be your sin skinner...
