Soarer, miniskirt - angel wing dust Lyrics

Its like angel wing dust
And he's starting to trust
That you'll keep him real safe
While you're rubbing his cock
With his worm in your mouth
And you've rolled down your socks
Now your knees in the dirt of the forest floor moss

The sun rays sparkle his delicate skin
And you won't tell your mother you're committing a sin
The taste of his icing drips Sweet from your lips
Glistening, shiny, solar eclipse

The ache in your bones feels like twisting tree twigs
And the thing up your skirt Paints a barely ripe fig

If your hearts on your sleeve
Then there's room in your chest
For his overgrown burr
Spilling into a mess
And you can't prune him back
It'll just prick your flesh
So you carry all the weeds he decides to suppress

La e ah ah ah ah da
La e ah e ah ah oh
La e ah ah ah ah ah ah oh

La e ah ah ah ah da
La e ah e ah ah oh
La e ah ah ah ah ah ah oh

If your hearts on your sleeve
Then there's room in your chest
For his overgrown burr spilling into a mess
And you cant prune him back
It'll just prick your flesh
So you carry all the weeds he decides to suppress