Mist - Hips Of The Year lyrics

Honey, take your lips of the gear We've got to slow down, the border's too near Your crying makes me weak Your constant dying is a mean mean streak Your beauty ain't free Slim waist-line, the hips of the year You're far too fine to be criticized, my dear Body body Ma**age for the blind You're the devil dressed as the queen of design Your beauty ain't free Do you know you've got problems to solve Loads, heavy loads Or would you rather be eaten by wolves Wolves in sheep clothes I love you, but I'm your enemy You raise your army to terrorize me And my white flag is blinding your handsome eyes Can I ever stop waving Waving goodbye