Anorexic Beauty
Pulp
Sitting alone on a cold bar stool
Your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool
Pastel-white features
High cheek-bones
Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones
The girl of my nightmares
Sultry and corpse-like
The girl
Of my
Nightmares
Brittle fingers
And thin cigarettes
So hard to tell apart
She hasn't spoken yet
You put your hand on mine
Death white on brown
Those whirlpool eyes
Well, I begin to drown
The girl of my nightmares
Erotic and skull-faced
The girl
Of my
Nightmares
Anorexic beauty
Feather-weight perfection
Anorexic beauty
Underweight
Goddess
Sitting alone on
A cold bar stool, your
So hard to tell apart
She hasn't spoken yet
Pastel-white features
High cheek-bones
Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones
The girl of my nightmares
Sultry and corpse-like
The girl
Of my
Nightmares
Anorexic beauty
Feather-weight perfection
Anorexic beauty
Underweight
Goddess
