Inverted Queen
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
Inverted Queen
| C A| A|
| C A| A|
Pierce the lace, this skin is way too tight
And i am such a sucker for the friction..
Silken ropes around your greatest hopes,
Bent on a mission for submission...
You see i always knew, you were the type to bring
A loaded gun to a knife party...
Swing, little bird, swing
In spite of broken wings..
Sing, little bird, sing
Tonight’s sorrows and dreams,
Oh, you’ll sing to please this jaded king
Sing, little bird, sing..
And i’ll be back to get some...
You are the courtesan, kissing and slitting the throat,
B (o descendenta scurta)
A paper one too many times folded
An ever changing unie,
Imploding.