playingtheangel - эксперименты
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Good girls go to heaven, and bad girls go wherever they want.
A beautiful bitch, meat on the bones.
I searched for myself, waited for my fix, stood on nails.
Lost everything, found everything, realized something.
I died, was resurrected, picked up, abandoned.
And how much I learned to love.
I don't want to talk about it. My soul sings
I experimented on myself
Searched, searched, searched
And played Russian roulette for love
Played, played, played
One bill for two
Tattoos under the lip
Drool-covered, drool-covered
I experimented on fate
And got stuck, and got stuck, and got stuck
The rhetoric is like this: we're on the brink of disaster
The night is tender, and the only strong thing is coffee
Naked in the kitchen, smoking out the window, hiding behind my guitar
Just sitting there, beautifully, not playing
I speak for the metaphysics of love
Thickened colors, burnt sugar
I'm a young rake, a drunken romantic
I'm a real idiot - I raised and spent
Today I turned thirty
I want to raise this dirty martini for all of my friends and family!
For all my loved ones! I experimented on myself
Searched, searched, searched
And played Russian roulette for love
Played, played, played
One bill for two
Tattoos under the lip
Drool-covered, drool-covered
I experimented on fate
And got stuck, and stuck, and stuck