Текст песни Flower Girl

I watch her as she walks.
She pulls the flowers from the stalks.
She puts them in her hair.
They're happy there.
She glitters like a glitterball,
Hanging from the ceiling of a discobar.
She likes to breathe. she likes to be.
Flowergirl (x4)
I know you like to kiss, like to blister your lips.
Flowergirl (x4)
You head on the world with your pretty little fists.

She hasn't got a head,
She's got a neck that slowly spreads. onto the forest floor,
Where the bluebells and the daffodils,
Are sucking at her blood,
She decorates the mud. with her sweet scent, Crocketts - Flower Girl - http://ru.motolyrics.com/crocketts/flower-girl-lyrics.html
With her soft skin.

Flowergirl (x4)
I know you like to kiss, like to blister your lips,
Flowergirl (x4)
You head on the world with your pretty little fists.

I would like to (x7)
Cut your head off!

She's easy to detect,
There's flesh above the footsteps,
She's singing like an angel. sitting on a spire,
She wears a chain of daisies,
To hide the skin and bones,
And marches towards a hill and cross. to join the other jesus clones