Skin Drips - Scratch acid

I could complain if I felt the need wouldn’t do me no good

I can’t help the wickedness that festers in my head

But I’ve got to say I sorta feel I need to knead her bread

Maybe the stitches should be removed I’d like to see the opening again

But because of the way the incision was made things are worse than they have

ever been

Maybe you won’t show

You might get mugged instead

Maybe you won’t show

You might get mugged instead

Down her skin drips the language of love

I drink the juice of the tomato and I read her languid book

Walk naked in her backyard in a wild and wooly hunt

Walk naked in her backyard in a wild and wooly hunt

Oh, that I were the glove on her hand I might touch her sloppy cunt