Her eyes and words are so icyOh but she burns like rum on the fireHot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wireIt looks ugly, but it's clean
Oh momma, don't fuss over me
[Chorus]The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mineOpen hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wineCalls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some otherThrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brotherBut I want it, it's a crime
That she's not around most of the time
[Chorus 2]The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fineThe blood is rare and sweet as cherry wineHer fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed in the tide of her breathingAnd it's worth it, it's divine
And I have this some of the time
[Chorus 2]
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