MILK OF THE SIREN

Ma Petrov

Drink from the letech of the sirens summon the sailors in town... strangle the fear of deciding which ones deserving to drown! Which ones deserving to drown.. The worst of a woman who fights for our right to be at the front of the line! To be where we belong at the front of the line tired of silence and being polite, your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night! Drink from the leche of the sirens... Summon the sailors in town... strangle the fear of decidin'... Which ones deserving to drown..... Don't feel bad when these -- drown