Paroles de I Love You

I only walk alone in my favorite clothes I only walk alone in my favorite clothes I only walk alone in my favorite clothes I love you more than slicing knives Dying birds, suicide teens I love you in your little room Your stockings, your high heels, your bondage Your chelsea smile In your secret room, your costume, your lip gloss Your blood drops, your blood drops I love you more than crying wives Burning flags, chopped veins I love you in the acid rain Your mud face, your handbag, your fur coat Your high street style In the night gloom, your perfume, your hot balls Your tank top, your tank top