Cold Cave - Chrissie Sally lyrics

Here is a list of things i wish to forget Kissy Chrissie Christ on the c**aine coast of Maine Naked in the street washing the pain away with rain Love, i stole your wallet while you were in bed with him So you paid for my hookers on my first f**-fest binge Sally, i took pictures from underneath the bleachers And threw my cum at you when i needed attention Boy, i stole your girl just to see what you'd be missing And did everything i could in every last position I would call you up while she went down on me And listen to you cry in between screams of ecstasy