Electronic Wolves Songtext
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Electronic Wolves Songtext
You can′t cover your face, it's pixels on a screen
Producing droplets of sweat from faceless patrons
Paying fees to view their fantasies in you
This makes them entitled
It makes them determined to own a piece of you
Make her hands smell like coins
Saw your dollars touching other skin
Pills dripping with milk
Shutters click as she bites her lip
Please take my picture now, just take my picture now
Don′t look at me, don't ever look at me
Just let the camera peek, replace what eyes would see
I have books to buy, tuition bills to pay
The camera's lens feels like a stranger′s touch
This barter exchange leaves a bulge in your pants
I need the money now, I need the money now
I need the money now, so don′t judge me
It looks like you got everything under control
You got your legs spread, your crotch splayed open like a coin purse
Waiting for the money shot
You can't cover your flesh, it doesn′t belong to you
Oh no, no, no, no
It's been traded like stocks over chopping block
Your face in pixels, oh
A trip static sex for sale
Your face in pixels, oh
A trip static sex for sale
Your face in pixels, oh
A trip static sex for sale
Your face in pixels, oh
A trip static sex for sale
Producing droplets of sweat from faceless patrons
Paying fees to view their fantasies in you
This makes them entitled
It makes them determined to own a piece of you
Make her hands smell like coins
Saw your dollars touching other skin
Pills dripping with milk
Shutters click as she bites her lip
Please take my picture now, just take my picture now
Don′t look at me, don't ever look at me
Just let the camera peek, replace what eyes would see
I have books to buy, tuition bills to pay
The camera's lens feels like a stranger′s touch
This barter exchange leaves a bulge in your pants
I need the money now, I need the money now
I need the money now, so don′t judge me
It looks like you got everything under control
You got your legs spread, your crotch splayed open like a coin purse
Waiting for the money shot
You can't cover your flesh, it doesn′t belong to you
Oh no, no, no, no
It's been traded like stocks over chopping block
Your face in pixels, oh
A trip static sex for sale
Your face in pixels, oh
A trip static sex for sale
Your face in pixels, oh
A trip static sex for sale
Your face in pixels, oh
A trip static sex for sale
Writer(s): Christopher Terry Hughes, Eric Ray Bemberger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

