Letras: National, The. Wasp Nest.

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You?re cussing a storm in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young

Red sun saint around your neck

A wet martini in a paper cup

You?re a wasp nest, you?re a wasp nest.



Your eyes are broken bottles

And I?m afraid to ask

And all your wrath and cutting beauty

You?re poison in the pretty glass

You?re a wasp nest, you?re a wasp nest



You?re all humming live wires under your killing clothes.

Get over here, I wanna kiss your skinny throat

You?re a wasp nest, you?re a wasp nest