Everyone seems to be singing for Satan
Guess I will to.
What a joke,
You make me laugh,
Till I turn blue.
Any tailor`s out to ware,
What a menhir looking crew.
I don`t think I`ll tease my hair,
I`d rather sit here teasing you.
Won`t you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and he done one hundred and more.
I seem to`ve lost my cowboy boots
with the fringe runnin` down the side
my sewing machine has made me green
`cuz my jeans didn`t turn out tight
And all these ruins I took for you,
you keep my limit alive.
Your smile rolls away for miles,
and your kiss makes it worth the ride. Send " Writhe" Ringtone to your Cell