The cactus where your heart should be has lovely little flowers so though it's always pricking me my ardor never sours The cactus where your heart once was has power to rend and flay I stick because I'm stuck, because I just can't tear myself away
The cactus where your heart should be has lovely little flowers so though it's always pricking me my ardor never sours The cactus where your heart once was has power to rend and flay I stick because I'm stuck, because I just can't tear myself away