Pinches کے بول

For what its worth I’ll keep your tears in a jar I wake up now and then and stumble through the stars For what its worth I’ll mince your words on a tat My body’s bruised, now scratch my back I used to love you And now I loathe you I’m off the hinges You’re full of pinches Oh toodle-oo my little sugar from Capetown You’re such a tiger, I’m such a clown Bonjour my pretty pretty pretty Maggie-Anne Is that my picture? On your nightstand? I used to love you And now I loathe you I’m off the hinges You’re full of pinches Your two eyes are like two fireflies That light the darkest caves in Pompeii Your soft skin is like a feathered fin In a pond of gimps, I can’t win You’re all mine, the sex is asinine I don’t mind cause you’re all mine You’re all mine, the sex is asinine I do mind, I do mind I used to love you And now I loathe you I’m off the hinges You’re full of pinches