Slow Turn - 1993

She was walking on the sidewalk
I was walking on the ceiling
When we both touched eyeballs
You can say I had a feeling
She was on the front page
Oh excuse me
The front page of Vogue Magazine
1993
And I knew when I set eyes on her
She'd burn me down to pieces
Now she got my mind
In the palm of her hand
But her skin is so damn sweet
It tastes like blueberry jam
Now I'm sayin no no no
But maybe I can
Last a little bit longer
Well that's the fucking plan
That's the fucking plan
And I know if I'm a bad boy
She's gonna send me to the pound
I think I need a bathtub
Cause I'm a dirty fucking hound
And I'll never speak
I'll keep myself in check
I got my knife in her back
But she's got hers pressed on my neck
Pressed on my neck
Pressed on my neck
Pressed on my neck
Pressed on my neck

Written by:
Michael Greco

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