Paroles: Nina Hynes. Creation EP. Under My Wing.

Chocolate kings lie under my feet
Waiting to be
Devoured by me
Devoured by me

You promised me delivery
You're just using me
Here's a knife
Go on make me bleed
Go on make me bleed

Under my wing
Under my wing
Ladders in your tights
Strange faces in the night
On the street
No one knows you.
You can be anyone
Just chose

Oh my sweet
Come here my darling.
Must be cold where you're coming from
'Cause your clothes are wrapped so tightly,
Makes me want to tear them from you
No camouflage, bare the big blue
I'll caress your ear
Run my fingers through your hair
Like your mother would
Like your mother would

Oh my sweet
Come here my darling
Let me caress your ear
If you play dead
Maybe then
You won't have to feel, have to feel.

Oh my sweet
Come here my darling
I'll take you in
I'll mind you under my wing
Under my wing, under my wing
Under my wing, under my wing