Miss your hair I like the way you stare into my eyes Most of the time The way you touch me's like the curse that can’t be broken But it hurts Most of the time
And if there was a place that I had to choose Or a memory, that faith, that I cannot lose If there was a place that I could call home Before I die, you'd ought know It'd be in your arms tonight
The green in your eyes Are like the leaves in the summer And it changes with the weather The pink in your cheeks When you slightly lose your temper Makes me love you even more
And if there was a place that I had to choose Or a memory, that faith, that I cannot lose If there was a place that I could call home Before I die, you'd ought know It'd be in your arms tonight It’d be in your arms tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
