Mountains of molehills. A grapevine in my ear, spots on the tiger. While the townspeople gather to hear. While the nests in my hands starve for rest Sticklers for cheap fun. You oughta be ashamed
last vice. Baby, baby. You're my last vice. And I'm not giving you up I admit. I've been a bitch. And my life has gone to *. My wicked ways saw better days. I left a diamond jewel behind in a
On my waist, through my hair. Think about it when you touch me there. Close my eyes, here you are. All alone,. Dancin' in the dark. . Tell me baby, if it's wrong. To let my hands, do what they
