I feel I've got to...
Call the TAINT.
I've got to...
Call the TAINT.
From the pain that you drive into the groin of me:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=taintThe love we share, seems to go no where...
And I've lost my (flesh)light
For I toss and turn and can't sleep at night...
Once I ran to you, No I run from you...
(Get it??!???!)
This tainted love you given, I give you all a boy could give you...
Take my tears and that's not merely all...
Tainted Love bitches. The taint has been called. It's fucking 60 something degrees in Birmingham. I woke up, ran outside, and rubbed the tingled taint on the morning dew.