Twilight Singers Number Nine
Devil-
Sweet talking fly on the wall
Blackberry belle of the ball
Just like you told me-
I'm gonna crawl
You trouble me
And I ain't myself anymore
I'm crawlin around like a whore
And you love me there on the floor
Come on, boy, don't be such a baby
And maybe I'll bail you out
One more time
You got number nine starin atcha
Get back, boy or I'll make you blind
You f..cker
This here's where we settle up-
One last sweet drink from you cup-
Hand it over, slowly-
I'm gone
Come on boy, don't be such a baby
And maybe I'll sell you out
One more time
You at the foot of the master ?
I'm faster but I'm onna take
My time-
And I'm gonna make you blind-
