Hang your coat
And speak with your tongue
We'll make love
And laugh like we're young
But all I can give you
Are promises mild
I won't sustain you
I'll cry like a child
Just like a child
Throw your dread
And fear in the fire
We'll warm our skin
And feed our desire
And love is the bullet
We've dropped on the floor
Six empty chambers
Six empty doors
It's easy to run when it's easy to hide
And care for another gets swallowed by pride
You thirst for a lover
In truth, you just thirst for a way to get high
And stay high
And love is the poison that evens the score
A modest believer, a passionate whore
She's my vanilla and I'm her lavender wine
Nothing more
Nothing more
Good Boy Cheerleader - Ivory Lyrics
Good Boy Cheerleader - Ivory Lyrics
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Hang your coat
And speak with your tongue
We'll make love
And laugh like we're young
But all I can give you
Are promises mild
I won't sustain you
I'll cry like a child
Just like a child
Throw your dread
And fear in the fire
We'll warm our skin
And feed our desire
And love is the bullet
We've dropped on the floor
Six empty chambers
Six empty doors
It's easy to run when it's easy to hide
And care for another gets swallowed by pride
You thirst for a lover
In truth, you just thirst for a way to get high
And stay high
And love is the poison that evens the score
A modest believer, a passionate whore
She's my vanilla and I'm her lavender wine
Nothing more
Nothing more
And speak with your tongue
We'll make love
And laugh like we're young
But all I can give you
Are promises mild
I won't sustain you
I'll cry like a child
Just like a child
Throw your dread
And fear in the fire
We'll warm our skin
And feed our desire
And love is the bullet
We've dropped on the floor
Six empty chambers
Six empty doors
It's easy to run when it's easy to hide
And care for another gets swallowed by pride
You thirst for a lover
In truth, you just thirst for a way to get high
And stay high
And love is the poison that evens the score
A modest believer, a passionate whore
She's my vanilla and I'm her lavender wine
Nothing more
Nothing more
Writer: Ryan Finney
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid