There's blood between my legs And in the grass outside your house I came You're salty to the taste And if I squint just right I can see his face
With back against the grass your girlish weight Does little more than leave me sore below the waist
The night refines your face Your mouth agape, I strain to keep mine straight There's blood between my legs And our hands, our glands are both on a rampage
Pressed against my chest, your tender face Does little more than leave me sore below the waist
This is no easy lie But in trying times I go down without a fight This is more wrong than right, But it's hard to see the difference in this light
Your tongue between my teeth, it's tepid taste Does little more than leave me sore below the waist
