For Love Not Lisa - Softhand lyrics

Accidental Missionary man bleeds a softhand You make me over and over Turn poses in my head And you left me burning If I could Every Babble cowers Every stupid thing you say Though I was your power If I could I would And they lay you wasted It's an open coffin To bury a softhand Every movement suits you Your face is open And it left me burning If I could With your softhand You pick 'em up and pick 'em out With your softhand You shoot 'em up when you lead them down If I could I would I could I could