Cry cry cry cry cry cry cry on me
Black lips, from when you passed out cold
Cry on me Lyrics – Jesse Jo Stark
Cry on me Lyrics by Jesse Jo Stark
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Cry cry cry cry cry cry cry on me
Black lips, from when you passed out cold
Traffic on the freeway, me and the DJ
Hear me on the three way, 2:30 everyday
I can remember
When we were young
I don’t know what you’re looking for
You haven’t found it baby, that’s for sure
Baby’s in a bad mood
Cooler than a quaalude
You taste like cinnamon
Raised on adrenaline
Lady Bird on the radio
I’m behind the wheel
I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that’s grown old
Bigger, Honey, Shake it over here
I don’t wanna think about the things in the mirror
Talk is plenty, words are cheap
I dream about it every night in my sleep