T-Shirts Lyrics

I don't mind your blood on my dick
I don't mind your blood on my dick
Cause when she got hit she got used to it
I don't mind your blood on my dick

Talk back to all the pin-up ladies
Coroner eyes dance so polite
She draws a hot bath and sinks in with those blankets
All those little birdies with plastic
Down the aisles
Let's wear the sunshine on our t-shirts
Our t-shirts
Pretty, pretty t-shirts

If you don't mind my cum on your tits
Then I don't mind your blood on my dick
When I got down I got used to

It it's love it's love it's love it's love