Room 93

There's a place way down in Bed Stuy Where a boy lives behind bricks He's got an eye for girls of eighteen, And he turns them out like tricks I went down to a place in Bed Stuy A little liquor on my lips I let him climb inside my body And held him ca

I, I must confess How hard I try to breathe Through the trees of loneliness And you, you must confess How hard you need to see Through the heart beating on my chest Feel like we've been falling down Like these autumn leaves But baby, don't let winter

You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room, flashing those eyes like highway signs. Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder. I just wanna feel your lips against my skin. White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, an

I'm searching for something that I can't reach. I don't like them innocent I don't want no face fresh Want them wearing leather Begging, let me be your taste test. I like the sad eyes, bad guys Mouth full of white lies Kiss me in the corridor, but qu