Glances of Bordeaux - My Body Your Slave

My Body Your Slave

A perfect disguise
Butchered by ink
You turn to my sunrise
Near the kitchen sink
Speak of silence
With your mouth open

My body your slave
My body your slave

Tower over me
I'm under your ceiling
You grab on to me
While I grab on to anything
I see an angel
With its face sullen
I see a devil
When he disrupts

My body your slave
My body your slave
Pool of tears
Pool of rain
I kneel and behave

I climbed on top to reach your back
We saw ourselves better in the dark
You drew me a lovely bottom line
Blew me out of me

Credits
Writer(s): Christos Poutoulidis, Ilias Melikitze, Ilias Tsismalidis Evangelidis
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