Shivering hands between her thighs surrounded by the people she prefer backstage party hungry eyes staring at the bands right next to her is this supposed to be the night but something seems to bother her inside
she feels no pain at all coming in across the strange and small when every star is gone and legs turn into red she cuts herself raw playing dead
shes got no self control a beauty with an empty soul there must be something wrong when chics are playing dead she cuts herself raw playing dead
naked legs around his hips surrounded by some bottles of champagne thirsty bodies hungry lips looking for a taxi in the rain she feels no pain at all coming in across a strange and small when every star is gone and legs turn into red she cuts herself raw playing dead
shes got no self control a beauty with an empty soul there must be something wrong when chics are playing dead she cuts herself raw playing deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
