Feasting On The Remains Of Your Date Lyrics

A cold evening has spread its wings over the terrace you met your girl

It would have been a shame to watch her shivering (so you) pass her your sweater

As she smiles at you and calls you sweetie you're sure about your success

Daydreaming of her vagina the question reached you unprepared:

¿WHERE IS MY COCTAIL?

Was she serious thinking that you wouldn't be confused

While getting sings then hearing absurds?

You'll never find out as the teaspoon is already in her larynx

Clean the evidence before someone notices the shower of blood and it's too late

Eat the bitch, lick the the blood, leave no trace

Alright, you can spare for the night – do not waste her lips

Eat the bitch, lick the the blood, leave no trace

Alright, you can spare for the night – pack her arse and take it away

Gee, it was one of your craziest dinners since the one when your father and your mother have asked you for the Very same time to pass them the salt and fucked you fucked him on the table