True Tales from the Tenderloin

Wasted on love we were far from wise
With that pixie dust in our eyes
Blind to the ghost's disguise
And bent on the honey

Come with me underground
Down these dark holes
Up these brass poles
Follow me...

Oh no! Our heads' in the clouds again
Deprived of all oxygen
Turning tables upon the girls
And going down on each other

CHORUS

Gorgeous, we're the Murder of Gonzago
We're hotter than O'Farrell
We are ready to fucking go
And devour each other

CHORUS

Darling, we'll handpick accessories
To worship you delicately
Deliver soliloquies
Straight to your pussy

CHORUS

 

 

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