Southern Gothis

felicia - the constellations with her cigarette lips and soldier tits yeah, they stand at attention with her hands on her hips she's got a crocodile smile and switchblade style yeah, she'll stab you in the back with her fingernail file stays cool as

The wind blows cool across my face I can the smell the taste, a trace of lace There's something sinister in place It leaves me restless with no peace So it's a perfect day to fade away It's a perfect day to turn away and run It's a perfect day to go