Lauren DeMichiei - Leash of Me

The baby refused to drink the potion in your glasses
So you tried and you lied, it's all right
Planting the seeds, deceit to keep the overalls fresh pressed and clean
And she cried, boy did she cry

You wanted to only to support a half-lit bride
Is it your occupation to, glaze the rib a side?
Your surely not the leash of me, he. He
Police your hands, baby. He, he

You wanted to only to support a half-lit bride
Is it your occupation to, glaze the rib a side?
Your surely not the leash of me, he. He
Police your hands, baby. He, he

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Lauren DeMichiei

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