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Drawing Blood And Painting Nails
Let me see your lovely eyes.
I think you’ve misunderstood.
Let me hear those lovely cries.
As you become mine for good.
Lost in nights, what a neat surprise.
You’re at my throne.
Destiny, all that you despise.
But it’s carved in stone.
Oh, woah, woah.
There’s a harlot in the hall.
Oh, woah, woah.
Can you hear the harpy call.
Drawing blood and painting nails.
Lady luck and sirens’ wails.
Hellfire club and werewolf tales.
Self-destruct beyond the pale.
Let me hold your lovely thighs.
Let me prop you up.
My serpents’ gaze will hypnotize.
Until it’s enough.
Seductive rites will set the tone.
As I leave my mark.
Deceptive lies work you to my bone.
As I pierce your heart.
Oh, woah, woah.
There’s sinners at the door.
Oh, woah, woah.
You’re such a saintly whore.
Drawing blood and painting nails.
Lady luck and sirens’ wails.
Hellfire club and werewolf tales.
Self-destruct beyond the pale.
What a happy coincidence.
I won’t let you leave.
Take a look at my decadence.
And you’ll be deceived.
Did I come deep inside of you?
What do you believe?
When I’m done you will be brand new.
All my love received.
Oh, woah, woah.
There’s a lycan on the step.
Oh, woah, woah.
Are you ready yet?
Drawing blood and painting nails.
Lady luck and sirens’ wails.
Hellfire club and werewolf tales.
Self-destruct beyond the pale.
I think you’ve misunderstood.
Let me hear those lovely cries.
As you become mine for good.
Lost in nights, what a neat surprise.
You’re at my throne.
Destiny, all that you despise.
But it’s carved in stone.
Oh, woah, woah.
There’s a harlot in the hall.
Oh, woah, woah.
Can you hear the harpy call.
Drawing blood and painting nails.
Lady luck and sirens’ wails.
Hellfire club and werewolf tales.
Self-destruct beyond the pale.
Let me hold your lovely thighs.
Let me prop you up.
My serpents’ gaze will hypnotize.
Until it’s enough.
Seductive rites will set the tone.
As I leave my mark.
Deceptive lies work you to my bone.
As I pierce your heart.
Oh, woah, woah.
There’s sinners at the door.
Oh, woah, woah.
You’re such a saintly whore.
Drawing blood and painting nails.
Lady luck and sirens’ wails.
Hellfire club and werewolf tales.
Self-destruct beyond the pale.
What a happy coincidence.
I won’t let you leave.
Take a look at my decadence.
And you’ll be deceived.
Did I come deep inside of you?
What do you believe?
When I’m done you will be brand new.
All my love received.
Oh, woah, woah.
There’s a lycan on the step.
Oh, woah, woah.
Are you ready yet?
Drawing blood and painting nails.
Lady luck and sirens’ wails.
Hellfire club and werewolf tales.
Self-destruct beyond the pale.
Published 5th Dec 2021
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