She's got the soul, but her God needs to run Into the market where she bought the things in black Everybody's laughing 'bout the clown in her head I start to dress me like the wise girls said
Some people whisper and some people talk too much I feel the time has come, I feel her job is done Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and say: "Don’t you want to fuck me? I am ready to play!"
I am the gear, she is obscene. We are the oil of the shaking bed machine. Another scream, wake up - it's your dream. That is what I mean.
Here comes a strange kind of hero. Known for more storys than you know. Don't get me wrong, you tried the dark way. Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day.
She is a bee with a sting in her hand She left the wrong bag in my confusing land We fall into plans and we dropped into the force And now she spread her legs, she wanna ride me like a horse
I am the gear, she is obscene. We are the oil of the shaking bed machine. Another scream, wake up - it's your dream. That is what I mean,.
Here comes a strange kind of hero. Non-formal stories that you know. Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way. Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day.
And now it feels like before, I know you asked for more, Don't get me wrong Here's the door!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
