Beetle Blood
Swings swing
Blood drips
Tree’s swing
Get a g-g-grip…
Swings swing
Blood drips
Tree’s swing
Get a g-g-grip…
Swings swing
Blood drips
Tree’s swing
Get a g-g-grip…
Beatle blood on my lips…
Sucking…suckling…sucking…
On my tongue…rough…tongue…
Fingertips touch me…
Get a grip and take a sip…
With me…
With me…
With me…
Beatle blood on my lips…
Sucking…suckling…sucking…
On my tongue…rough…tongue…
Fingertips touch me…
Get a grip and take a sip…
With me…
With me…
With me…
Beatle blood on my lips…
Sucking…suckling…sucking…
On my tongue…rough…tongue…
Fingertips touch me…
Get a grip and take a sip…
With me…
With me…
With me…
Tunes in my head…
Douse me in dread…
It’s something you said…
Fed…fed…the monster inside has died
The leaves….leaves….have dried…
Tunes in my head…
Douse me in dread…
It’s something you said…
Fed…fed…the monster inside has died
The leaves….leaves….have dried…
Tunes in my head…
Douse me in dread…
It’s something you said…
Fed…fed…the monster inside has died
The leaves….leaves….have dried…
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015
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