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 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 all humming live wires Under your killing clothes Get over here I wanna Kiss your skinny throat You're a wasp nest
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