Clitorpus Christi - The Baptist Generals

My God that trollop was loud

She told me

That I was her king

'Cause I paid her well

She could lie like my mother

She told me

That I was a dream

She told me

That I was a dream

How is it

That people get proud

I cannot

Get out of this

Public house

Where the soap

Gets stolen every

Single day is another

Day I get to smell myself

It gets in the way to have to

Smell myself

Does not remind me

Of a one room motel

Made of milk

And my lips

On the skin of a girl

She was mad and she was mean

When she went quiet on the world

She took to

Climbing the insides of my heart

She was not

So afraid of the dark

My God that trollop was loud

She told me

That I was her king

'Cause I paid her well

She could lie like my mother

She told me

That I was a dream

She told me

That I was a dream