♫Honey its getting close to midnight And all the myths are still in town True love and lipstick on your linen Bite the pillow make no sound If theres some living to be done Before your life becomes you tomb Youd better know that Im the one So unchain your back door and invite me around Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go! Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go!♫
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 19:04:41 +0000