Coming Down Lyrics
Make me reflective, introspectiveMake me the violence, and explain my silence.Cause its never too late to fill me with hate...So pull away, go, make me look cool. And she looks best, Sunday mornings, coming down. So what will I achieve, And who should I believe.I lick her slit, as it tightens its grip.My drugged up kiss. So hey, have something else.Its hard to conceal the way I feel.And she looks best, Sunday mornings, coming down.It seems that some wanker makes her darkerSights her hair.
Arab Strap Coming Down
