You´re cussing a storm in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young Red sun saint around your neck A wet martini in a paper cup You´re a wasp nest, you´re a wasp nest.
Your eyes are broken bottles And I´m afraid to ask And all your wrath and cutting beauty You´re poison in the pretty glass You´re a wasp nest, you´re a wasp nest
You´re all humming live wires under your killing clothes. Get over here, I wanna kiss your skinny throat You´re a wasp nest, you´re a wasp nest
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