.The ceiling's too familiar>
Laying slack-jawed on my back
And the words spit out like puzzles
As she tries to fill the gap
But my lover's not my mother>
And the hands that wipe my ass
Are the hands that once caressed me
I don't want them to detest me
And I wil.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔