Chrissie Sally - Cold Cave

Here is a list of things i wish to forget

Kissy Chrissie Christ on the cocaine coast of Maine

Naked in the street washing the pain away with rain

Love, i stole your wallet while you were in bed with him

So you paid for my hookers on my first fuck-fest binge

Sally, i took pictures from underneath the bleachers

And threw my cum at you when i needed attention

Boy, i stole your girl just to see what you’d be missing

And did everything i could in every last position

I would call you up while she went down on me

And listen to you cry in between screams of ecstasy