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von Aunty Social

The geography
That maps out your face
Is it by design
Are we getting further

The grace of your stare
The prick of your teeth
Oh I know you′re still here

Temperamental
Your Judas pleasures
I want
What I want

Knowing I could be the one to
Give you everything
Is the issue

Knowing I could give you shelter
Just makes you feel beneath
Someone's the fool I-


She says that she
Misses therapy,
Grandmas Christmas cards,
And my desire

The grace of her stare
The prick of her teeth
Oh it broke me
Broke me

I′ll lick your wounds
In your chaise lounge chair
Pretend our egos dead
With our resilient detachment

Then we'll become
Well-groomed and kiss the gun
It reminds me of,
It reminds me of

Ooo, is it
Is it my
Is it
Is it my desire