Powdered Sugar
I know you taste another, when you kiss my lips
I know you taste another, when you grind my hips
Into flour to make communion bread
Take the body drink the blood
Just like the father said
I know you taste another, when you kiss my lips
I know you taste another, when you grind my hips
Into powdered sugar to make a cake to celebrate our love
Even though it's not enough
You know we're worth it you know that's true
And she'll wear off you like a cheap perfume
Because I taste another, when you kiss my lips
I taste another, when you grind my hips
Into powdered sugar to make a cake to celebrate our love
Even though it's not enough
You know we're worth it you know that's true
And she'll wear off me like a cheap perfume
Writer/s: Roxanne Nesbitt
