Ironworks

I am sweet swine In Victorian doorways In tempestuous foreplay I am sweet swine Among whites not bright And clocks locked I am sweet swine In Victorian doorways In tempestuous foreplay I am sweet swine Among whites not bright And clocks locked On the night of cake and kin Where I took you by your skin Indoors A light spinning, we perform And outside, left you again to your wife Through Victorian doorways How I house my heart in ironworks, it hurts (There must be some finesse, there must be some finesse to self-worth) How I house my heart in ironworks, it hurts (There must be some finesse to self-worth) I am sweet swine In Victorian doorways In tempestuous foreplay I am sweet swine Among whites not bright And clocks locked I am sweet swine And no man is ever mine And no man is ever mine I am sweet swine And no man is ever mine And no man is ever mine