Number Nine Lyrics

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-