11/15/2005
Spooncurve-Hurt me, I'm yours-lyrics
Hurt me, I'm yours
Your dirty looks
I kinda like your feel
the way you speak
is so unreal
your birthsign
doesn't do you any wrong
shouldn't be like this, but,
I blame it on the blond
hurt me, I'm yours
your beck and call
so fanciful
if you push
maybe,I'll pull
at your whim and pleasure
your delight
I better wash my hands
so the nails shine bright
hurt me, I'm yours
give me cold fever, honey
give me, those razor eyes
say you'll never leave me
because I love your lies
skinless dreams of angels
my list is far too long
reason melts, but
I must be strong
hurt me, hurt me, I'm yours.
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