Brooke Bentham Perform For You
My love
He hung my room
With roses
To hide the bitterness
And I believed him
And his salty kiss
On my lips
Felt like tenderness
Your hands
Do you ever feel them shake so much
For a touch
For a look?
Blood sweet
Mouthfuls
Blood sweet
Mouthfuls of love
Treat me like a helpless toy
And I'll perform for you
Tell me why you do not love me
You know I'll still love you too
For this is the blood flood, undressing of love
Where you only need me to make yourself feel good
When I go to sleep, I hear you
But it's an accent that I do not know
I'm here to feel something real
Might not be nice
But at least I feel
I need to taste the blood of your lips
And swirl it around in my mouth
Feel it on my iron tongue
And then maybe I'll back out
Blood sweet
Mouthfuls of love
Love
Blood sweet
Mouthfuls of love
Love
Blood sweet
Mouthfuls of love
Love
