Call me a temptress
Call me a whore
That's just a price tag. I'm not for sale
Don't be so obvious, it's so unnattractive, you know

You're singing in your sleep
This won't feel right at all in the morning

But I still have your kiss, and soft skin

You're singing in your sleep
This won't feel right at all in the morning

Don't play detective now
You can try but you won't find a trace
It's a sin to have these eyes
Well, God blessed me with good taste

The shadows come from under the ground
they sweep you off your feet
As soon as the sun sets, the fucking earth sinks

You're singing in your sleep
This won't feel right at all in the morning

Crédito: emo_kid