Lips

What's the price of being young Tie me up for dark love Shiver down my empty spine What's the price of being young I think her lips are close to mine Her eyes are loosely gone Painted nails have fallen off I think her lips are close to mine I hope there's sugar in your tea And I'll grow my hair right now Prison don't seem fair right now I hope there's sugar in my tea What's the price of being young Tie me up for dark love Shiver down my empty spine What's the price of being young