Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She, artist - Subtle. Album song A New White, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.10.2004
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
She |
She’s Ms Loves dirt for diamonds |
Gargles spiders |
Stops time, then steals lipstick |
Tonight she’ll light one hundred cannons off one cigarette |
She’s fast like snapping gun guts, cold like cellar’s bare foot |
Then: the kind of woman you could love walks in: |
She circles her |
Beauty marks with the wet end of a blue pen |
Staring softly through the high school play props and postcard parts of grown |
men |
She knows we jerk off to the daughters of the world |
She’s all that’s beautiful and opposite sad music |
Running through fields, in soft focus towards each other |
And yet you. |
You boy you. |
You boy you |
She was so black hold. |
So black hole in a china shop |
She’s Ms Loves dirt for diamonds |
Gargles spiders |
Stops time, then steals lipstick |
Tonight she’ll light one hundred cannons off one cigarette |
She’s fast like snapping gun guts, cold like cellar’s bare foot |
Now, she climbs the girth |
Of one small stone step somewhere |
Screaming vaginal sabotage in the sun |
To the purse of loosely pinched flesh |
Between the pit formed by her upper arm chest and top adjoining |
There, you were |
You were boy with all the walls |
And so she took her sugar elsewhere |
Whilst you shuffle with enlightment to date |
She left you for the undertakes and his sensitive side |
He’d say: |
Baby morgues are people too |
And I. And I. And I |
After all, dear I love you |
And I. And I. And I |
Love you; |
He is so |
I. I. I love you; |
He is so |
When you open your mouth |
She removes her gloves |
And the sea pours mighty |
From her hollowed sleeves |
Until everything that is solved in |
Life now begins to float around your socked and soaking ankles |
Locks of semen |
Tiny spears of beard |
Clumps of baby teeth and even |
A few cut feet of umbilical ribbon |
Until you shut your eyes to |
Draw the gloves back onto her |
Gushing and half finished wrists |
She brings the deluge |
Tells you to bring nothing |
But a rafts rope between your teeth |
And some poem about yourself |