3.Freaks in Love
Freaks in Love
Tiny freaks in love
I quiver in convulsions
Arm in Arm
And the thoughts in my head
And the stains on the bed
At night don't seem so pathetic
Tiny freaks
Tiny freaks in love
I hear 'em scratching on the mattress
Arm in Arm in Arm
Ch： And you crawl down the stairs
With your tongue full of hair
And you know that you're going to regret it
Everyone looks the same
Every arm every vein
But at night it ain't so pathetic
It's beyond me
Get away.
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