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wasp nest
You?re cussing a stone in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young;red sun saint around your neck; a wet martini in a paper cup;
you?re a wasp nest, you?re a wasp nest.
Your eyes are broken bottles
and I?m afraid to ask
and all your wrath and cutting beauty
you?re posion in the pretty glass
you?re a wasp nest, you?re a wasp nest.
You?re all humming live wires under your killing clothes.
Get over here; I wanna kiss your skinny throat.
You?re a wasp nest, you?re a wasp nest.
You?re cussing a stone in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young;
red sun saint around your neck; a wet martini in a paper cup;
you?re a wasp nest, you?re a wasp nest.
Your eyes are broken bottles
and I?m afraid to ask
and all your wrath and cutting beauty
you?re posion in the pretty glass
you?re a wasp nest, you?re a wasp nest.
You?re all humming live wires under your killing clothes.
Get over here; I wanna kiss your skinny throat.
You?re a wasp nest, you?re a wasp nest.