Nurse Ratched - Cherry Glazerr

Your eyes, like daggers, burn through his skin

You’re so cold master, where do I begin?

Your face like porcelain

And his heart string

Oh so thin

Your eyes, like daggers, burn through his skin

You’re so cold master, where do I begin?

She’s a wild one

She’s a wild one next to me

She’s a wild one

She’s a wild one in the land that’s supposedly free

Supposedly me

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo

Your face like porcelain

And his heart string

Oh so thin

Your eyes, like daggers, burn through his skin

You’re so cold master, where do I begin?