Smack dab flat on my back
The solid ground begins to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath I thought I'd drown
(Chorus: Fistfull of you, fistfull of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
White knuckles. White knuckles.)
Her leg, my hand, a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet body like sand
Her place, distaste, we fell from grace
Red smears across her face
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