10 Or A 2-Way Songtext / Lyric

Precious fingers, she knows how to hold the poison,

Lick it, dip it and for no particular reason.

She crawls on the floor, slides against the door,

Press your fingers over blossom and it's season.



Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way,

Doesn't care if it's a 10 or a 2-way.

Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way,

Every night, every day.

Never meant to show of fear anyway,

Only fucking you till the season change.






Treasure deep between the places that you hold dear,

Can't it hurt to act as if we are in love here?

Lies across this chair, fingers everywhere,

To define all the angels up above here.



Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way,

Doesn't care if it's a 10 or a 2-way.

Doesn't matter, she'll be doing it her way,

Every night, every day.

Never meant to show of fear anyway,

Only fucking you till the season change.



When you cum, be a good girl.

Hold your breath, make it last long.

And it's called death,

A little death, girl.



Never make a show of fear anyway,

Only fucking you till the season change.

Never make a show of fear anyway,

Only fucking you till the season change.