Tell me how you do it, Stella,
How you break all their hearts
With your butter cream skin,
And liquid smoke voice.
Show me how you do it, Stella,
How you bring them to their knees,
With your steel plated shins,
And venom-kissed lips.
Do it to me, Stella,
Make me forget my troubles,
With your deep hooded lids,
and you charcoal irises.
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