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Milkmaids lyrics
Darling, don't you know after I've bathed with you
I'm going to bury my face in the towel you used
I'm going to fill a bottle with the tears you weep
I'm going to brush your teeth whilst your asleep?
Why don't you twist with me? It must be a temptation
And pity my poor heart I'm a writer of erotic fiction
Those pictures they used were not really you
They gave you airbrushed limbs that were stretched too far apart
Honey, have you got a real heart
Just buck like a dog on heat? Christ what a sensation
And pity my poor soul I'm a writer of erotic fiction
Whilst the crooks in the suburbs will be fornicating milkmaids
When I start tearing off those sexy clothes
I will howl out your name and I will rattle those bones
Those sequined second seconds are not what I need
I just want to fuck until I bleed
But how long will that be?
Just kiss me full on the lips
Just kiss me full on the lips
Darling, don't you know after I've bathed with you
I'm going to bury my face in the towel you used
I'm going to fill a bottle with the tears you weep
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- Track 2 on Greedy Ugly People Pt. 1
- 1 The Greedy Ugly People
- 3 Kate Cleaver's House
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