Wire Women

Wire women is beautiful, she's killer bliss- can't stop her lids, pom poms can wait, I dig all her sins. I'm faking it intimately dear, to see you so clear, now is not a faith nor what I hold to the repeating ear, but I'm stating it here again and again- wonder is her volume, an ageless tan... Time spent in the sun, my drugs on the run. I know I can't hold you to it, and I know I've never pulled all the way through it, but this old dog can do it... Shows the movement, says that's why we can't brainwash music, just proves it- grooves until we lose it- hell can't say this forever so we'll just resist.