10 Or A 2-Way

Precious fingers, she knows how to hold the poison
Lick it, dip it and for no particular reason
She crawls on the floor, slides against the door
Press your fingers over blossom, and it's season

Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way
Doesn't care if it's a 10 or a 2-way
Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way
Every night, every day

I
Never meant to show up here anyway
I'm
Only fucking you till the season change

Treasure deep between the places that you hold dear
Can't it hurt to act as if we are in love here?
Lie across this chair, fingers everywhere
To define all the angels up above here

Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way
Doesn't care if it's a 10 or a 2-way
Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way
Every night, every day

I
Never meant to show up here anyway
I'm
Only fucking you till the season change

When you cum (be a good girl)
Hold your breath (make it last long)
It's called (death)
A little death, girl

I
Never meant to show up here anyway
I'm
Only fucking you till the season change

I
Never meant to show up here anyway
I'm
Only fucking you till the season change