Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale

She's really breathing (it) him in
Her shimmering laugh falling
From her lips curling around her
Incasing her with the smoke
Basing her like his touch

Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale

She likes the burn
Hot like his love
Misting like his kisses
It bites her
It bites her

Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale
Pull. Flick. Exhale

She's on the cusp of revolution
Or so she says
She'll take the long way out
Just to get there
She missed her train
She thought she had it but it's gone