Lyrics belong to the Pixies.
we're apin' rapin' tapin' catharsis
you get torn down and get erected
my blood is working but my, my heart is
dead
Lights on/lights off.
Lightson/lightsoff.
On/off.
On/off/on/off/on.
On it is, then. Demon fingers win every time. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Like doing it in the dark makes it a secret. Like they won't smell me in your hair. Like the people you pass through in the street won't just look at you and see right past your tired smile and tweed substitute security blanket and Old Spice clouds to the cum stains that go to the bone. To the *bone*, you dirty bitch. Try getting that out. Martha Stuart recommends lemon juice and virgin blood.
Where is my mind...dumdumdum...do you remember the rest of the words? That's a pity. You'd like them.
I jump on you you jump on me and fuck who taught you to fuck? Who showed you? Who taught you *this*, for instance. Because it's nice. Mmm. Better than nice. Nice-*er*, even. Nicer than nicer than nice.
Don't be so eager- it isn't becoming on you. And if I was on you I'd be coming too haha. Little joke.
I said don't be eager. It wasn't supposed to be like this and when I said not to fight I didn't mean it well I meant it but you know what I mean oh yeah. Don't be eager. Yesss. Just keep doing that, right there. Right there. Nice. Please don't...don't stop. Don't. Relax. Just relax. Keep gong, keep going...keepgoingkeepgoingfuckyesfuckyesfuckyesFUCK. Fuck. Mmm.
...is that it?
we're apin' rapin' tapin' catharsis
you get torn down and get erected
my blood is working but my, my heart is
dead
Lights on/lights off.
Lightson/lightsoff.
On/off.
On/off/on/off/on.
On it is, then. Demon fingers win every time. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Like doing it in the dark makes it a secret. Like they won't smell me in your hair. Like the people you pass through in the street won't just look at you and see right past your tired smile and tweed substitute security blanket and Old Spice clouds to the cum stains that go to the bone. To the *bone*, you dirty bitch. Try getting that out. Martha Stuart recommends lemon juice and virgin blood.
Where is my mind...dumdumdum...do you remember the rest of the words? That's a pity. You'd like them.
I jump on you you jump on me and fuck who taught you to fuck? Who showed you? Who taught you *this*, for instance. Because it's nice. Mmm. Better than nice. Nice-*er*, even. Nicer than nicer than nice.
Don't be so eager- it isn't becoming on you. And if I was on you I'd be coming too haha. Little joke.
I said don't be eager. It wasn't supposed to be like this and when I said not to fight I didn't mean it well I meant it but you know what I mean oh yeah. Don't be eager. Yesss. Just keep doing that, right there. Right there. Nice. Please don't...don't stop. Don't. Relax. Just relax. Keep gong, keep going...keepgoingkeepgoingfuckyesfuckyesfuckyesFUCK. Fuck. Mmm.
...is that it?