She drips diamonds like a glassy amounts.
She's self made down to her buckles and belts.
She's really happy but not with a lot.
She gets her pleasures from the chemist shop.
She's busy busy losing her blood.
Busy but her mind is sharp.
She doesn't really want it to stop.
She just says now.
Hey there sister, that bottle leads to hell.
I ain't drinking that honey can't you tell.
Drunk with the swimming, this ship is sinking.
Got no soul to sell so.
Hey there mister,
throw some luck I went to the wishing well.
Don't start thinking, it messes with your head.
Go with instincts,
the sweet or the dead.
True love is out there,
it's waiting with a ring.
You'll know her face, the second she
walks in.
He's busy busy losing the blood.
Busy but his mind is sharp.
He doesn't really
want it to stop.
He just says now.
Hey there sister,
that bottle leads to hell.
I ain't
drinking that honey can't you tell.
Drunk with the swimming, this ship is sinking.
Got no soul to sell so.
Hey there mister,
throw some luck I went to the wishing well.
Throw some luck I went to the wishing well.
Hey there sister, that bottle leads to hell.
I ain't drinking that honey can't you tell.
Drunk with the swimming, this ship is sinking.
Got no soul to sell so.
Hey there mister,
throw some luck I went to the wishing well.
Yeah.
Throw some luck I went to the wishing well.