Haunt کے بول

Chew the skin with that stupid grin As you tear off another piece Suits to spin spit the organs in a bin We make friends as slick as grease All alone in the boiler room You touch him the way that I touch you And you say what haunts you, now it can haunt me too Lord, I know, I swear I know Whoever it was, it wasn’t me It’s just the flu, and I can share it with you Shake you till you can’t speak Alone in the boiler room Touch him the way that I touch you Now you say what haunts you, now it can haunt me too