10 or a 2-way - Korn

Precious fingers, she knows how to hold the poison

Lick it, dip it and for no particular reason

She crawls on the floor, slides against the door

Press your fingers over blossom, and it’s season

Doesn’t matter, she’ll be doing it her way

Doesn’t care if it’s a 10 or a 2-way

Doesn’t matter, she’ll be doing it her way

Every night, every day

Never meant to show up here anyway

Only fucking you till the season change

Treasure deep between the places that you hold dear

Can’t it hurt to act as if we are in love here?

Lie across this chair, fingers everywhere

To define all the angels up above here

Doesn’t matter, she’ll be doing it her way

Doesn’t care if it’s a 10 or a 2-way

Doesn’t matter, she’ll be doing it her way

Every night, every day

Never meant to show up here anyway

Only fucking you till the season change

When you cum, be a good girl

Hold your breath, make it last long

And it’s called death

A little death, girl

Never make a show of fear anyway

Only fucking you till the season change

Never make a show of fear anyway

Only fucking you till the season change