she’s a Woolf in sheep’s
clothing.
she’s a Woolf in disguise.
she’s a Woolf in sheep’s
clothing.
she’s a girl with morning
glory thighs.
you are the river that calls
my name,
and my ink is your eyes so
blue.
this is the color that runs
through my veins
and the eyes of morning
glory you.
oh god, those morning glory
eyes of you.
i’ll take your sad and
haunted stare,
and fix your eyes on me.
i’ll take your bruises and
your bones,
yes, i’m as selfish as can
be.
he is a rushing river.
he kept on his disguise.
he is a rushing river.
he’s a boy with morning
glory eyes.
you are me, and i am you.
we’re both a little bit
black and blue.
but my colors are a
different hue,
a different black and a
darker blue.
yes my colors are a
different hue
a different hue for me and
you.
the river of you that calls
my name
is the blue ink that runs
through my veins.
and my ink is the color of
your eyes so blue
oh god, the eyes of morning
glory you.
she’s a Woolf in sheep’s
clothing.
she’s a Woolf in disguise.
she’s a Woolf in sheep’s
clothing.
she’s a girl with morning
glory thighs.
rocks, stones, and pebbles
in her pocket
and a mask, of course, to
hide the frown.
try wearing one before you
knock it,
and soon you’ll be sinking
down.
his body of water’s a body
for me.
but for him mine is not
enough.
his morning glory heart is
thirsty
for all six of us, readily
roughed.
he fell into her trap for
misfits,
she fell into his lost and
found.
she wants just to keep him
forever;
but he doesn’t care that
she’ll drown.
he is a rushing river.
he cast off his disguise.
he is a rushing river.
he’s a boy with morning
glory eyes.
you and i are selfish
machines.
i want all of you, you take
all of me.
and we said that i would
destroy your soul.
i’d take your very heart.
but now, my dear, the
tables, i fear,
have been turned from the
very start.
i was a Woolf in sheep’s
clothing.
i was a Woolf in disguise.
i was a Woolf in sheep’s
clothing.
i’m a girl with morning
glory thighs.