Daughters Lyrics
The Ghost with the Most

we held down miles of my own vomit just to get my
rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town.

(maybe no one hugged me enough as a child, or
maybe someone did to much)

complain to the scissors, bite the shirt sleeve.
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/HSd ]
let's see the look on your face when i make it
work. if every woman was a continent, i would be
napoleon. yeah your body's the sea for me to
navigate. i want to be the superb qualities to
your three pronged fingertips. i'll be the ashtray
to love's unfiltered cigarettes, the k-9 nose in
your crotch. i want to watch you undress through
the key hole. you make me cum like never before.
blah blah blah blah