My dress hangs here for you to wear out
I walked in beauty too, till I met you
Here hangs this chain
This thing this old girl keeps
We got it easy
So why do you stare that way so long
Stare holes into the walls
We're all honey
Dripping through the honey chain
And lay our lives down
Down and pretty
In the honey chain
Please don't stare that way so hard...baby...
Stare holes
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