Drunk at the bar I can see you're not far
From immoral bizarre
Decadent decay
One swipe of my lips
Sweet gyration of hips
Down a few more sips
Let me take you away.
Hey!
We've sinned from the start, still rotting in my heart
Sweetly sour encounters conspire,
Wish you could please the aching in my knees
Even impaired, you have nothing to spare
If you want to confess,
You can lift up your dress,
Leave by morning there is nothing left
One swipe of my lips
Sweet gyration of hips
Down a few more sips
My transient heart is formidably scarred
lose the dress play the card
Calculated Fool
remember this game, so sweetly insane
its time to place blame
you know I love the abuse.
Love the abuse
Drunk at the bar I can see your not far
From immoral bizarre
Decadent Decay, decay
If you want to confess
You can lift up your dress
Leave by morning, there is nothing left.
credits
from Imaginary Daughter EP,
released February 1, 2011
Pick Up Line
By Imaginary Daughter
Marc Tweed and Finn von Claret
This music is so creative and refreshing. It is unique, has great energy, and I personally love the sound. Each song has a story to tell. This music is Magick. stormfay
Strange and angsty alternative rock from Los Angeles that hovers between haunting and pretty and sharp and driving. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2023