(Stop and do it) I went walking Over backbones I broke my stiletto And we were so cold And like a February corpse we froze
And so the song goes We were among those Far from the Holy Ghost And when the body was received, I shrieked Out of flirtation, I screamed Out of exasperation And fascination
And so for all of us Lustful or out of lust We are the sanest bunch And over backbones we will ride to meet for lunchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.