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francesca wexler – princess diana كلمات اغاني

[intro]
milk and honey flesh, i sing the body electric
at times, i might get h_llish but inside me there’s velvet
i took my devils dancing and i taught them to salsa
them n_ggas had two left feet, still we tried to bachata
i want my forty acres and a fluffy alpaca
and if there ain’t alpacas then a custom impala
hydraulics on the jawn, colour red like, “off with your head”
but the gloss on the whip silver dollar

[verse 1]
the road’s a sticky tarpit but i don’t need pit stops
i don’t second guess when they hit me with stingers
my teacher said i’d be gutting fish at the chip shop
now the fishscale put ice blocks on a wrist watch
i can say since then my skin’s got thicker
but my bruises still blue and some magenta
the kind of bruises you hide from the mirror
those kinds of bruises make chaos feel tender
it felt like heaven when my heart was bankrupt
the ecstasy i had was big as texas
now little gestures can throw me off centre
like do you love me or do you pretend to?
[instrumental break]

[verse 2]
the ecstasy we had was big as texas
then you left and it left me breathless
it felt like i was coming off a bender
dark scary times when pistols start to tempt you
and sometimes i wish god had a drive thru
one deep, bucket seat how i’d slide through
“blue skies, b_tterflies, throw in fries too!
if i could order a new life, i would like to”
almost living, almost dying, i’ve been lying loose
and my secrets stolen diamonds, got a stash or two
i turned off the news, couldn’t stand the blood, the bruise
crocodile tears, boys in blue crying wolf
i got some bruises i’m afraid that even time won’t soothe
by four, i saw even my daddy wasn’t bulletproof
cherry on top of this sh_t tiramisu
was my fear on the hill, met her standing there still
tried to chase her away with the cheapest of thrills
sat_rday night, feverish thrills
i was hair trigger paranoid in my bluest hours
it made me want silver surfer superpowers
some cosmic force to knock the f_cking jewels out ‘em
i learned to do without it, i even grew without it
and if you knew the truth about it, even you would doubt it
who would have thought from a tarpit would bloom a flower?

- francesca wexler

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