Banging in fevered ports
Banging in the night
Ankle deep in mud
I can sleep in mud
I was a kind of hooker
My lover was free I don't speak I ramble he was a gamble
I just want to own something (young dirty street)
I can sleep with anything and more Stripped women stripped men
I'm useless in the light fo the distance
I fall instead of him
I could hate you but what have I got
I could break you for all the right reasons Nobody sees you run
Nobody feels your tongue
Nobody sees you make Nobody knows your face
I'm stripped instead of him
Love lives your whim
I'm harmless in the light of the distance
I could break you for all the right reasons I could hate you but what have I got
Nobody sees me old
Nobody feels me cold
Nobody lives my whim Nobody knows you're him
I roam this head I carm what's left
But making babis in the fields
I hide myself from her love
Nothing make me older but the birthmark on your back
And the birthmark on your shoulder
Making babies in the fields
Makes me older Banging in fenceposts
Banging in the night
Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud
I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me
I just want to own something (old dirty earth) I don't sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble
I can sleep with anything and more 'Cause the birthmark on your shoulder
Making babies in the field
Nothing makes me older, nothing makes me live my life but you
And that mark on your back making babies
In the field.
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