(matraca berg/harry stinson) Here we are Clinging to what left of a broken heart It's...
Seven sins of wantonness and everything that's good is gone Sell it all for glory...
Why you always want to get the best of me I'm like a seeing-eye dog...
I don't want to hear from you again Because it will only make things harder...
Here we are in the dead of night Will you keep me warm and hold...
Such pretty hair May I kiss you May I kiss...
They were both young He believed in himself only In...
Now she was about seventeen Just, young and fine She...
When we make love I feel it so deeply When...
My mother used to whore herself And my father Would...
We've been indoctrinated and convinced by the white racist standard...
You enchant me so my bittersweet flower Mystery of the...
Dial the 7 digits, It's quite simple I'll be there...
I often watch you the way you whore yourself You're...
He loves With sweetness and sincerity While she can only...