Blood Bank

Well, I met you at the blood bank
We were lookin' at the bags
Wonderin' if any of the colors
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags
You said, "Look it, that's yours
Stacked on top with your brother's
See how they resemble one another's
Even in their plastic little covers"

And I said, "I, I know it well
That secret that you know
That you don't know how to tell
It fucks with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that it's good, girl
'Cause it's runnin' you with red"

The snow started fallin'
We were stuck out in your car
You werе rubbin' both my hands
Chewin' on a candy bar
You said, "Ain't this just like the prеsent
To be showin' up like this?"
As the moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss

And I said, "I, ooh, I know it well
That secret that we know
That we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honor
I'm in love with your cheeks
What's that noise up the stairs, babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?"
I said, "I, ooh, I know it well"