She exits her gold chariot One pump at a time. Cloaked in her matching pin-striped Arsenal of next month's nows. She grazes throught the dark, Downtown concrete planes. She seeks a special k**, A flesh she's never had before. A prey who's blood is rich with love. I want to seek my teeth into Skin I can't see through. I'll clench my jaw deep down inside. Lick my lips hoping to find A taste of life with you. Holes freckle her hips. She's sick of breaking necks With designer prints, French tips. Her shoes as red as lips. Every meal tastes alike. I want something I can bite. Like the tethers of this diet. Let the shackles fill my cheeks. Feed these itching jowls. Flush my painted teeth. My palate has been cleansed. I want to seek my teeth into Skin I can't see through. I'll clench my jaw deep down inside. Lick my lips hoping to find A taste of life with you. Jewels and stones cut so precise. Held up by a ring. Catches all galnces and looks Hoping to distract from The finger to the left So bare and unfurnished Named for sporting such hardware. With dreams cut so precise. She's held up by her strings. She catches all glances and looks Hoping to find someone who can Dress her nakes hand. I'll tear my heart right out And have you sport it as hardware.