Dry - Bent Knee

I’m dry like a candlewick

And you suck hot wax leaving

Trails in your throat

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I’m still dry

I’m dry like a candlewick

And you suck hot wax leaving

Trails in your throat

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I’m still dry

Can’t find a switch to turn me on

I’m choking at the bottom of my libido

Curse the first creature who realized

That the stick slides into the hole

Pole dancing all day long

Under the mandate of survival instinct

Hungry eyes and restless lips

Choking thighs and senseless hips

I’m dry like a candlewick

And you suck hot wax leaving

Trails in your throat

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I’m still dry

I’m dry like a candlewick

And you suck hot wax leaving

Trails in your throat

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I’m still dry

Midnight scares me

Not the ghost or ghouls

But the sound of flesh

As it drips and drools

The monster’s waiting

In lace and perfume

Oh, cut me loose from this

Nightmare noose

The goosebumps crawl up my spine

How can something so lovely contort my mind?

Go blame it on my chastity, prudence

But really, it’s futile

I’m the one with no place to hide

God give me the power to say no

God give me the power to say no

God give me the power to say no

God give me the power to say no

God give me the power to say no

I’m dry like a candlewick

And you suck hot wax leaving

Trails in your throat

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I’m still dry

I’m dry like a candlewick

And you suck hot wax leaving

Trails in your throat

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And might me up

I’m still dry