Bodies Of Christ by Bronx
Why should we separate
She said with a smile
She then drew a figure eight
In lipstick on the tile
Finished her dream
Blew smoke in the air
Said I'll never tell
And I'll never care
Her legs are like hostages
All tied up in twine
Oh how they would call for me
And beg for their life
Our bodies don't speak
They cry out like dogs
They stretch towards the sky
And scratch at the walls
Moments like these, are stronger than love
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