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