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• Artiste: Ethel Cain
• Titre: Dust Bowl
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Pretty boy Natural blood-stained blonde With the holes in his sneakers And his eyes all over me Drive-in, slasher flick again Feeling me up as a porn star dies He's watching me instead Eighth grade death pact, strike me dead All of Alabama laid out in front of your eyes But all you could see was me You walked in You were singing You tried to wade in 'Cause you wanted just to tell me who you were You were, you wеre kind Dying to tell me You'll wait if I havе to make sure, ah Pretty boy Alone in the dark I'll always be there Wherever you are I'm not like you are But I wish I could be You say, "Listen to me, just be mean, mean" Grew up hard Fell off harder Cooking our brains Smoking that shit your daddy smoked in Vietnam, oh You'd be a writer If he didn't leave all his hell for you Saying if you could, you'd leave it all, no I knew it was love When I rode home crying Thinking of you fucking other girls, oh And when you Said that you're in love I never wondered if you're sure Pretty boy Consumed by death With the holes in his sneakers And his eyes all over me Over me, over me Over me, over me Over me, over me Over me, over me Over