LYRIC FOR SALE

By Sly Thomas

All the things you said to her
Are Messing with my head
Do you even know you want her
Makes me feel so low so low
I wish that she were dead

Her lips…her hips …her dimpled chin
I know last night that’s where you been
Her hair Entwined …your polished nails
Wanna scream your name
but my voice just fails

Vermillion lips that taste like wine
Why Won’t you please taste mine
They’re just your size and
fit real good
Come on honey you know we should

Can’t bear her sitting up real close
And Breathing you in so deep
When I just wanna touch you
Skin on skin can feel the heat


Vermillion lips that taste like wine
Why Won’t you please taste mine
They’re just your size and
fit real good
Come on honey you know we should