Where's My Girl? - Coyle Girelli

Lust has no mercy

Like flies to a fruit

You keep me thirsty

For your flesh your juice

There’s not a fire

As violet blue

Oh how you burn the perfect bruise

Where’s my girl

Where’s my girl

I’m calling to you baby

Where’s my girl

Where’s my girl

Where’s my girl

I’m calling for you baby

Where’s my girl

You bite like a bee sting

I kiss your tattoo

Numb me with lipstick

Pills and booze

All those pretty girls

Are ghosts of you

Haunting me in my silent room

Where’s my girl

Where’s my girl

I’m calling to you baby

Where’s my girl

Where’s my girl

Where’s my girl

I’m calling for you baby

Where’s my girl