A.R. Kane - Scab

inside my belly, there's scars made of jelly
they (dance) on a teddy, on aging faces friendly
her sweet smile's getting dusty

just trust for love
don't eat for taste

vile juice, swallow spit reason
angry scab crack split
let them all stay out me
came (moan-a-moan) from a dubway
(let them all stay out of me)
don't turn 'em on, it's not (?)
our glass fur's riding today

just trust for love
don't eat for taste, don't go away

fresh still limbed blue love toy
painting slimmed away
don't dance, dust dance, dancing
don't fuck that slow one
save yourself for me

just trust for love, save yourself for me
don't eat for taste, save yourself for me