Amative 歌詞

As the one betrays me As the idyll leaves me one more time Making me hunt for another scent All the tender perfumes All the summer sandals gouge in me Making me paw like a mating hart All the girls, seeing my weakness, juggle with me Everyday another tuning is having its way Feeling like Pete – attracted by mass but died all alone Envying Nick – solemnly praised and turned to stone Always try to please them Always try to feed them with a flirt Bidding my love for fifty cents Like a dog I’m handled Like a doll I’m mangled in their arms Opening sores in any part My taste is forming My moral is spoiling Am I rising As God of fashion?