Letra de Plastis Wafer
Lover face, I view you as the Revolver introduced in my play, act one Lover face, wanna make you ejaculate 'Til it's no longer funI confess to really being quite charmed By your feminine effects You're the only one With whom I would role play Oedipus RexI want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know how it feels When I give you that ou la ooh la la When I give you that ou la ooh la laLover face, how your ass is pumping Sweet licentious songs. lover face You're a scandal, your body is so wrong, wrongBless my lips with your Sunlandic kisses. (Kiss me kiss me kiss me) While our hands explore each other's human vessels Whoa, you know, like four excited spidersI want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know what it's like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I want to know how it feels Want to give you that ooh la ooh la la Want to give you that ooh la ooh la laYou gave me such a rush Make my whole body blush I don't care if they say you're just my crutch I know you're not You're the only good thing I've gotEverything's so much more complicated Over the phoneYou are such a fucking star, oh, you know you are I just awoke broke through today Had the mind to call your name, internally Through my seventh sense that's hallucinating Anyway we're artifacts of demigodly zero logic denizensI just came in your arms tonight. You and I are friends, not some polemic To be puzzled over, listen They set my wings so randomly When you're dead I'll search for you like Orpheus I'll find you, some wayYou are such a fucking star, oh, you know you are I'll tell you one thing I know you want my kisses in your narcissistic collapse Because it's so painful when they amputate the egoSee all the pretty corpses lined up along beach They're ringing the bells of the church to drive everybody insane As the patina lips of the fountain stallion vomits water on this Shirtless little bratI can't get all those moving lights off her face No, I can't get all those moving lights off her face So I went out to the country, sat down on some strawBut I'm not putting out tonight I'm not putting out for God tonight keeping my legs shut It's a mistake lighting little white candles to make him love you Oh, he's cold by any city's standardsThey want to turn you down It's messed How 'bout if I wilt your plantations? No Ha StopYou know the nightmares, they don't forget about you (they don't) Goddamn concierge To a dreadful Reincarnation I think I can do it by myself I'm just trying to get healthy