Still Life Still - T-Shirts Lyrics
I don't mind your blood on my dickI don't mind your blood on my dick'Cause when she got hit she got used to itI don't mind your blood on my dickTalk back to all the pin up ladiesCoroner eyes dance so politeShe draws a hot bathAnd sinks in with those blanketsAll those little birdies with plasticDown the aislesLet's wear the sunshine on our t-shirtsOur t-shirts, pretty, pretty t-shirtsIf you don't mind my cum on your titsThen I don't mind your blood on my dickWhen I got down I got used to itIt's love, it's love, it's love, it's love