My record collection even if I die I hate those songs about you Our books are worthless I can't read those lines I am the one without you
Just for the sake of my good Congrat my skin and hold on real strong
Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire I am the reverend preaching about desire Kiss me, kiss me tell me I'm a liar If it's the devils choose call me his messiah
My record collection burns through the ground I have no use for the past I feed the fire with nostalgia and gold I'm a lover in this life
Just for the sake of my good Congrat my skin and hold on real strong
Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire I am the reverend preaching about desire Kiss me, kiss me tell me I'm a liar If it's the devils choose call me his messiah
I know you can use me, no planning [?] I come out here every night If you wanna come use me, if you wanna come use me I'll be the dirt on the ground
Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire I am the reverend preaching about desire Kiss me, kiss me tell me I'm a liar If it's the devils choose call me his messiah
Kiss me, kiss me Kiss me, kiss me My record collection even if I dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
