His hands are restless underneath my white dress
He terrifies me
I'm so defenseless
And now he's closing the door and turns the light off
I can feel his pulse beat, beat, beat, beat, beat
He's Closing On Me
Ethel Cain
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His hands are restless underneath my white dress
He terrifies me
I'm so defenseless
And now he's closing the door and turns the light off
I can feel his pulse beat, beat, beat, beat, beat