Song Situations : < 3
She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
don't worry I'll be gone when the morning comes
Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins
Dying is your latest fashion.
Celllar door :
We walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall
To find you in the bedroom not breathing at all
I drag your body to the cellar where we lay, the wax it melts away,
I kiss your face...