Tongues

The Frights

Compositor: Michael Carnevale

For love, we ain't got the time
I tell you baby, I don't think we're doing fine
We just haven't got a clue
I keep my love, I want my blood inside of you

Do you think I'm cute?
Well, is it too late to check?
And I don't care
You've got your tongue against my neck

Do you like my style?
Have you seen my shoes?
'Cause they've been ripped to shit from walking the world for you

Everybody knows I'm right
I can't control, I got my eyes on you all night
We just haven't got a clue
I keep my love, I want my blood inside of you

Do you think I'm cute?
Well is it too late to check?
And I don't care, I got your tongue against my neck
Do you like my style?
Have you seen my shoes?
'Cause they've been ripped from to shit from walking the world for you

Do you think I'm cute?
Well, is it too late to check?
And I don't care, you got your tongue against my neck
Do you like my style?
Have you seen my shoes?
'Cause they've been ripped to shit from walking the world for you

Do you think I'm cute?
Well, is it too late to check?
And I don't care, you got your tongue against my neck
Do you like my style?
Have you seen my shoes?
'Cause they've been ripped to shit from walking the world
Ripped to shit from walking the world!
Ripped to shit from walking the world for you