- cifra
Geeks do not have pedigrees
Or perfect punk-rock resumes
Or anorexic magazines
It smells like girl
It smells like girl
She walks over me
She walks over me
Hold you close like we both died
My ever present suicide
My stupid fuck, my blushing bride
Oh, tear my heart out
Tear my heart out
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with you for a rag
I use the rest of you for a gag
I shut my mouth with you for a gag
I use the rest of you
Kitty, kitty, please come here
Don't, don't you touch me, don't you dare
We look the same
We talk the same
We are the same
We are the same
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with you for a rag
I use the rest of you for a gag
I shut my mouth with you for a rag
I use the rest of you
(Please, don't cry)
Now she seems to walk the same
And now it seems they talk the same
You never know what you will get
You never know what you'll forget
She walks over me
She walks over me
She walks
