Glove - Sex-Eye-Make-Up lyrics

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Run around the chairs in your Sunday dress<br />

It's the best thing money can buy<br />

Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air<br />

I think that I'm jazzy like Christ<br />

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One more cigarette and the car burns slow<br />

Burning like the body waiting at home<br />

Throw out your teeth and call all your friends<br />

Someone's coughing took away my breath<br />

Inches of glass all shiny and new<br />

Screaming laughing fucks me to death<br />

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One more boy full of writhing white mice<br />

Rolls over again in a London disguise<br />

The blood bath woman in room number one<br />

Sex-eye-make-up tonight<br />

She just woke up today to do as she's told<br />

Do you want to touch her?