This is the time of diamonds and dynamite
pick a word
a loaded word
just say it lazy mother fucker
say it
diamonds
dynamite
diamonds
dynamite
Go to sleep girl 'cos you got it you got it you got it bad.
Gold bands tucked into pockets
Virgin Mary wears your smile.
You catch my ocean in your chalice
for the drink?
for the burn?
Do you catch the oils of another
in this the shallow sip of matches?
Come over me shoulder through thigh
cover me wicked
cover me true
find your way through
baby, find your way through.
Hemispheres? I got two.
Double vision mind fuck
I am already there baby
just make me believe it
just make me believe it.
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