Beneath My Dress Songtext
von Ruby Throat
Beneath My Dress Songtext
I sit dumb
And I wait to be worked out upon
I steal sweets from kids
And I pretend that it wasn′t his
Same time I escape the rope
So I put it back about my throat
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
Well, that's all I′ve got
Fallopian rope is dead in knots
Corrupt, denied
The way a sweet man smiles way out of here
He looks up to the exit sign
The smile crashed down between the lines
Same time I escape the rope
So I put it back about my throat
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
I burn all the letters
I'm so sick on these words
That's my head in your cooking pot
Screaming these words unheard
I stole your sharpest kitchen knife
I cut this in two
But I′m still hanging in the half light
The shadow of you
As I still crawl these floorboards
I′m still gagging on your breath
Your DNA still dictates my ways
A hangnail beneath my undress
A hangnail beneath my undress
A hangnail beneath my undress
Same time I escape the rope
So I put it back about my throat
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
And I wait to be worked out upon
I steal sweets from kids
And I pretend that it wasn′t his
Same time I escape the rope
So I put it back about my throat
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
Well, that's all I′ve got
Fallopian rope is dead in knots
Corrupt, denied
The way a sweet man smiles way out of here
He looks up to the exit sign
The smile crashed down between the lines
Same time I escape the rope
So I put it back about my throat
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
I burn all the letters
I'm so sick on these words
That's my head in your cooking pot
Screaming these words unheard
I stole your sharpest kitchen knife
I cut this in two
But I′m still hanging in the half light
The shadow of you
As I still crawl these floorboards
I′m still gagging on your breath
Your DNA still dictates my ways
A hangnail beneath my undress
A hangnail beneath my undress
A hangnail beneath my undress
Same time I escape the rope
So I put it back about my throat
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Blunt, cold, hard hit
Writer(s): Katrina Jane Garside, Chris Whittingham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com