Medisin
There's no cure there's no cure there's no cure
There's no cure there's no cure there's no cure but sex is good medicine
She pushes down slowly she pushes down pushes down
On my bruise and smiles on my bruises on my bruise and
She tells me that she's lonely she tells me that she's tells me that she's
And makes me feel I'm nothing makes me feel it makes me feel it
Laugh with them and lie you could laugh with them and laugh with them if
If It Makes you feel alive If it makes you feel it it makes you feel it
I'll keep it all inside I'll keep it all in keep it all in
This is how I'll spend my life how I'll spend it how I'll spend it
And here we go again here we go again against the grain against the grain
Laughing Like a God laughing like a God whos gift is pain his gift is pain
Her soul is full and sick soul is full and sick soul is full and sick
Her soul is full and sick Her soul is full and sick her soul is full and sick
There's no cure there's no cure there's no cure but sex is good medicine
There's no cure there's no cure there's no cure but sex is good medicine
She pushes till my soul bleeds she pushes till my pushes till my
And begs me not to smile she begs me not to begs me not to
She tells me that I'm pretty she tells me that I tells me that I'm
It makes me feel so ugly she makes me feel it makes me feel it
My hands across her skin my hands across her hands across her
Begin to feel like medicine begin to feel like begin to feel like
She tells me that she feels me she tells me that she tells me that she
And then changes her mind And then she changes and then she changes
Here we go again here we go again against the grain against the grain
Laughing Like a God laughing like a God whos gift is pain his gift is pain
And here we go again here we go again against the grain against the grain
Laughing Like a God laughing like a God whos gift is pain his gift is pain
Her soul is full and sick her soul is full and sick of medicine
Her soul is full and sick soul is full and sick
Her soul is full and sick her soul is full and sick of medicine
Her soul is full and sick soul is full and sick
She pushes down slowly she pushes down she pushes down she
On my bruise and smiles on my bruises on my bruise and
She tells me that she's lonely
There's no cure there's no cure there's no cure but sex is good medicine
She pushes down slowly she pushes down pushes down
On my bruise and smiles on my bruises on my bruise and
She tells me that she's lonely she tells me that she's tells me that she's
And makes me feel I'm nothing makes me feel it makes me feel it
Laugh with them and lie you could laugh with them and laugh with them if
If It Makes you feel alive If it makes you feel it it makes you feel it
I'll keep it all inside I'll keep it all in keep it all in
This is how I'll spend my life how I'll spend it how I'll spend it
And here we go again here we go again against the grain against the grain
Laughing Like a God laughing like a God whos gift is pain his gift is pain
Her soul is full and sick soul is full and sick soul is full and sick
Her soul is full and sick Her soul is full and sick her soul is full and sick
There's no cure there's no cure there's no cure but sex is good medicine
There's no cure there's no cure there's no cure but sex is good medicine
She pushes till my soul bleeds she pushes till my pushes till my
And begs me not to smile she begs me not to begs me not to
She tells me that I'm pretty she tells me that I tells me that I'm
It makes me feel so ugly she makes me feel it makes me feel it
My hands across her skin my hands across her hands across her
Begin to feel like medicine begin to feel like begin to feel like
She tells me that she feels me she tells me that she tells me that she
And then changes her mind And then she changes and then she changes
Here we go again here we go again against the grain against the grain
Laughing Like a God laughing like a God whos gift is pain his gift is pain
And here we go again here we go again against the grain against the grain
Laughing Like a God laughing like a God whos gift is pain his gift is pain
Her soul is full and sick her soul is full and sick of medicine
Her soul is full and sick soul is full and sick
Her soul is full and sick her soul is full and sick of medicine
Her soul is full and sick soul is full and sick
She pushes down slowly she pushes down she pushes down she
On my bruise and smiles on my bruises on my bruise and
She tells me that she's lonely
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Price
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