| Elvis |
| Try not to need her I'll believe her A look in your eye makes me satisfied Stare at this head lies asleep on my shoulder Opens your eyes as I start to cry A larger part the need to be burnt Justify this excellent girl One dozen wicked words to find I know well start again sometimes Peace with my stomach the sky is incide her Open the window to let her breath Patch up the scars with some cardboard and kharma Trust this is far beyond what I need Turn around to eat for I will Blind myself to joyfully kill These dozen wicked words to find I know well start again sometimes But I'm starting to fall This is starting to break Me down Turn around to eat for I will Blind myself to joyfully kill These dozen wicked words to find I know well start again sometime A larger part the need to be burnt Justify this excellent girl One dozen wicked words to find I know well start again sometime One dozen wicked words to find I know well start again sometime |