David Kurley

Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool. Pastel white features, high cheek-bones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. The girl of my nightmares, sultry and corpse-like. The girl of my nightmares. Brittle fingers and thin cigarettes, so hard to tell apart, she hasn't spoken yet. You put your hand on mine, death white on brown, those whirlpool eyes, well I begin to drown. The girl of my nightmares, sultry and corpse-like. Anorexic beauty, featherweight perfection. Anorexic beauty, underweight goddess. Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, so hard to tell apart, she hasn't spoken yet. Pastel white features, high cheekbones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. The girl of my nightmares, sultry and corpse-like. Anorexic beauty, featherweight perfection. Anorexic beauty, underweight goddess.