The Thumbs Touch Too Much Testo

My miss shipwreck sinks yes she sings.
My miss pitch fork pinch, yes she pinch.
My miss sidewalk slips, makes a mess, tickle flesh
When the night doesn❝t want you
And the steps to the temple are the breasts made of puddles
If I were more like city girls,
If I were more like fancy girls
And all my thumbs touch too much.