Cold Kind And Lemon Eyes. Testo

oh, god, deliver me
from my enemies
these women in green
winter coats
working for the tip
don't paint your lips
and don't bite; they're bating you
and don't cry, 'cause they want you to.
mama, i'm sleeping it off
[warmth then?] from red lines and scotch
and i hate being cross but you should hold your booze.
please don't drop bombs on me
i beg of thee
just leave me in peace
i have cold kind and lemon eyes
oh, lemon eyes
oh, my god.
don't suck your gut so tight
and don't cut your hair so nice.
mama, i'm sleeping it off
[warmth then?] from red lines and scotch
i hate being cross but you should hold your booze.
don't bite, i'm begging you
don't leave when i curse at you.
mama, i am sleeping it off
[warmth then?] from red lights and scotch
i hate being cross but you should hold your booze.