I feel soon. I will sink. Into you. What do you think. Cause there's still blood. In your hair. And I've got the bruise. Of the year. But there's something about her. Long shady eyes. I'm all about her shade tonight. I hate your tattoos. You have weak wrists. But I'll keep you. But there's something about her. Long shady eyes. I'm all about her shade tonight. Well it's too bad. It's too bad. It's too bad. You're married to me.