Lips - Baxter Dury

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