Black hair
Lucid tendrils
Lindley, won't you love me?
Lindley, won't you love me?
Lash me like a lunatic
Black hair like a vortex
Then wrap around my body
Your luscious locks so lovely
Hold me tight in your cocoon
Throw my eyes into darkness
Hold me tight in your cocoon
Throw my eyes into darkness
I've been way too frantic
I've become a terrible romantic
Squeeze more with each day
Smother me in motherly love
Squeeze more with each hour
Cease my diseased circulation
Squeeze more with each minute
Bulging my eyes while indulging my cries
Squeeze tighter with each second
Till my bones are ground into powder
A spice to adorn your royal chowder
Lindley, won't you love me?
That hair is very lovely
Gingham Jones - Billy and the Sadist Lyrics
Gingham Jones - Billy and the Sadist Lyrics
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Black hair
Lucid tendrils
Lindley, won't you love me?
Lindley, won't you love me?
Lash me like a lunatic
Black hair like a vortex
Then wrap around my body
Your luscious locks so lovely
Hold me tight in your cocoon
Throw my eyes into darkness
Hold me tight in your cocoon
Throw my eyes into darkness
I've been way too frantic
I've become a terrible romantic
Squeeze more with each day
Smother me in motherly love
Squeeze more with each hour
Cease my diseased circulation
Squeeze more with each minute
Bulging my eyes while indulging my cries
Squeeze tighter with each second
Till my bones are ground into powder
A spice to adorn your royal chowder
Lindley, won't you love me?
That hair is very lovely
Lucid tendrils
Lindley, won't you love me?
Lindley, won't you love me?
Lash me like a lunatic
Black hair like a vortex
Then wrap around my body
Your luscious locks so lovely
Hold me tight in your cocoon
Throw my eyes into darkness
Hold me tight in your cocoon
Throw my eyes into darkness
I've been way too frantic
I've become a terrible romantic
Squeeze more with each day
Smother me in motherly love
Squeeze more with each hour
Cease my diseased circulation
Squeeze more with each minute
Bulging my eyes while indulging my cries
Squeeze tighter with each second
Till my bones are ground into powder
A spice to adorn your royal chowder
Lindley, won't you love me?
That hair is very lovely
Writer: Cole McLain
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