“‘I Like The French Braid’, Said Stacy With A Smile”
(Jacob)
I used to doubt you everyday like my life wasn’t nothin
I used wish i were dead I used to wish I were dead
And every second that I lived I wanted something to give
Thank you for your restoration, God
Thank you, God
I want your blood
Yes, I want your blood
Yes, I do
I wanna drink it all up
I wanna drink it all up
I want your blood
I want your sweet, sweet blood in my veins
Oh yeah
Fill it to the brim
Let it spill all over the side
Raise your glasses high
Drink down
Drink down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Raise your glasses high
Raise ’em high
Drink it up, yeah
Let it fill you up, oh oh yeah
Raise your glasses high
Were gonna party
Like we wanna party like we wanna party
I want your blood
Yes, I want your blood
Yes, I do I do (Yes I yes I do)
I wanna drink it all up
I wanna drink it all up
I want your blood
I want your sweet, sweet blood in my veins
Oh yeah