If I ever hurt you It will be in self-defense And if I ever hurt you It will be in self-defense 'Cause the podium's as high as the gallows are low Swing low, swing low, swing low You are a beast and I am serving up your supper You are a beast and I am serving up your supper Oh, oh, oh, oh What will you do when the drink is all gone? Will you slam your fist down on the table? 'Cause I'm not that kind of whore No, I'm not that kind of whore No, I'm not that kind of whore But I am a little lord No, I'm not that kind of whore But I am a little lord No, I'm not that kind of whore But I am a little Lord, Lord, grant me patience I am burning up inside There are snakes out in the night All these kids have gone astray There are women with no meaning to their names When we say them, they are words to win For no leftover sinful days So if I ever hurt you It will be in self-defense And if I ever hurt you It will be in self-defense If you ever come at me I will hurt you If you ever come at me I will hurt you If you ever come at me You snake You snake You snake You snake You snake I wish you the best, you snake You are self-professed, you snake My heart's in my chest, you snake You can have the rest, you snake I wish you the best, you snake You are self-professed, you snake My heart's in my chest, you snake You can have the rest, you snake
I found this on accident and I'm so happy I did.
admit it, it was porn.
No mistakes
just happy accidents
Gigantic Princess-Dust boobers.
this song was too beautiful, breaks your heart with a sledge hammer ,
then soars you to beyond cosmic ecstatic realms of blissful slumber. stop that.
"We don't make mistakes,
we just have happy accidents."
- Bob ross
damn.
If I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense
And if I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense
'Cause the podium's as high as the gallows are low
Swing low, swing low, swing low
You are a beast and I am serving up your supper
You are a beast and I am serving up your supper
Oh, oh, oh, oh
What will you do when the drink is all gone?
Will you slam your fist down on the table?
'Cause I'm not that kind of whore
No, I'm not that kind of whore
No, I'm not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord
No, I'm not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord
No, I'm not that kind of whore
But I am a little
Lord, Lord, grant me patience
I am burning up inside
There are snakes out in the night
All these kids have gone astray
There are women with no meaning to their names
When we say them, they are words to win
For no leftover sinful days
So if I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense
And if I ever hurt you
It will be in self-defense
If you ever come at me
I will hurt you
If you ever come at me
I will hurt you
If you ever come at me
You snake
You snake
You snake
You snake
You snake
I wish you the best, you snake
You are self-professed, you snake
My heart's in my chest, you snake
You can have the rest, you snake
I wish you the best, you snake
You are self-professed, you snake
My heart's in my chest, you snake
You can have the rest, you snake