Tekster: The Cure. Icing Sugar.

:
You're delicious
Dreaming
Slack jawed
Green eyed
Rub my nose in
Icing sugar
Smooth as
When this cold and deadly
Blade
Kisses the fruit
So soft
And gently breathing
Under your skin

Oh I'll empty you
I'll empty you
As empty as a boy can be
As empty
As a boy can be