Daughters

I slept with the daughters and all i got was this lousy song written about me

Daughters
spread your thighs like a cancer let me see what's inside.
your pale body has that graveyard charm.
those desperate looks have got me diggin so deep.
i bury my head in the crown pushes please, please.
she's the maid in the masquerade.
i'm the employee asleep at the factory.
Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor envie uma correção clicando aqui!