Secret Stars Femmes Damnees
You sound unreal this time, like some awful Baudelaire I
don't believe you this time. I don't believe you. You
look unreal this this time, like the fabulous queens Out
in all the bars. You know what that means. Now potential
kisses fall into the street Like wasted winter breath
hurts your chest down to your feet. And this, your shame
Is it so strange? When I say love You tremble at the name
