Soft
I used to see you every day
Used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
I danced to all your fucking soul
I left you with your nose a bleedin
And your toes creepin' around
Ahhh so mundane and incomplete
Hand me down my pants and get me off this street
I'm passed out in your garden,
I'm in I can't get off im so soft
I'd pop myself in your body,
I'd come into your party but I'm soft
Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
Mutilating cat like eyes,
And in your nose blood decadence
You try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
You paint my fingers and you paint my toes,
You let your perfect nipple show
I'm passed out in your garden,
I'm in I can't get off im so soft
I'd pop myself in your body,
I'd come into your party but I'm soft
But, I'm Soft.
I'm passed out in your garden,
I'm in I can't get out im so soft
I'd pop myself in your body,
I'd come all over your party but I'm soft
I'm passed out in your garden,
I'm in I can't get out im so soft
I'd pop myself in your body,
I'd come all over your party but I'm soft
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