.You're cussing a storm in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young
Red sun saint around your neck
A wet martini in a paper cup
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest.
Your eyes are broken bottles
And I'm afraid to ask
And all your wrath and cutting beauty
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