I only walk alone in my favorite clothes
I only walk alone in my favorite clothes
I only walk alone in my favorite clothes

I love you more than slicing knives

Dying birds, suicide teens
I love you in your little room
Your stockings, your high heels, your bondage
Your chelsea smile
In your secret room, your costume, your lip gloss
Your blood drops, your blood drops

I love you more than crying wives
Burning flags, chopped veins
I love you in the acid rain
Your mud face, your handbag, your fur coat
Your high street style
In the night gloom, your perfume, your hot balls
Your tank top, your tank top