Vert Body Glitter
I don't need your acusations second rate abomination your heart is degenerating your "love mix" needs new combination with the fire of love burns the flames of hate capable of opposites never knowing which you're going to get today, to bury, to die and what's your body glitter? you need a stoned sitter you hate only New York litter and what's your body glitter? canned peaches and my brain is not my own I sing the puppets song of being free controlled by a string with an acters voice never talking 'bout subject choice despair in sing song voice wooden whipping boy knock on wood knock on me and what's your body glitter? you need a stoned sitter you hate only New York litter and what's your body glitter?
