Unbridled,
My plastic sheath of patent retched oaflessness,
Wishing for me for ever wanting to be
she can wear no wrong, she said, with lips pruned of Christ, and skirts – a woman of action
Unbridled,
My plastic sheath of patent retched oaflessness,
Wishing for me for ever wanting to be
she can wear no wrong, she said, with lips pruned of Christ, and skirts – a woman of action
And shame,
can't understand the Truth
And this is what comes best to me,
And shame,
can't understand the Truth
And this is what comes best to me,
Of sunlight "that
I think
Embrace me as you can never quite"
when i'm here
Of sunlight "that
I think
Embrace me as you can never quite"
when i'm here