Ironworks के बोल

I am sweet swine In victorian doorways In tempestuous foreplay I am sweet swine Among whites not bright And clocks locked I am sweet swine In victorian doorways In tempestuous foreplay I am the sweet swine Among whites not bright And clocks locked On the night of cake and kin Where I took you by your skin indoors A light spinning, we perform And outside, left you again to your wife Through victorian doorways How I house my heart in ironworks, it hurts There must be some finesse, there must be some finesse to self-worth How I house my heart in ironworks, it hurts There must be some finesse to self-worth I am sweet swine In victorian doorways In tempestuous foreplay I am sweet swine Among whites not bright And clocks locked I am sweet swine And no man is ever mine And no man is ever mine I am sweet swine And no man is ever mine And no man is ever mine