T-shirts Lyrics & Chords By Still Life Still

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