Bottles of Sin

I swallow red rum and roll up my sins
But my spirit is crying for leaving
I can't unhear tear sheds
Can't pin you down
The voices of those who stand looking down
Would you believe me if I told you
I fell for you
Young and reckless I was
Lost in my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
With eyes pierced at me I said "yes" in a heart beat
He say he loves me and longs to kiss my lips
He says he loves me and longs to hold me tight
He says he loves me with a ripple affect
Of rose peddles
And surfing on surfboards of sin
Red rum becomes more of an addiction then a fiction
He say he loves me
And I love him too

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