Rose weekend hips of Anahi are caught on fence-tail fingertips Bites against the sleazy hold of layered bunion's modest crime
Strips the curves, replaced by rust She digs her way out, wronged by thieves
And I do not dare say to her to stop the fainting of seeds 'Cause then nobody keeps approaching my mime under a wave Southern cigarettes keep an air in a vase Before the giant envelope wraps you up to a crisp
Sun bathe the crash that knows so little Next to grim tongues no one will shine high
Yesterday's presumptions have trailed city rocks Smitten by a certain type of ease Regulate Anahi's thoughts
Please believe the foiled grounds They've been showered with limbs
And, still the woman sleeps Forbidden to fly through closed ticks
Around the dusk she had the firm belief she would not speak No need to hide underground when mother's a jar
Sun bathe the crash that knows so little Next to grim tongues no one will shine high
Yesterday's presumptions have trailed city rocks Smitten by a certain type of ease Regulate Anahi's thoughts
Yes, she's all alone in a forest looking for a tree to undress Clips and skins all the branches off, carves the letters of her name When suddenly a man shows up the size of God, no smile or shame She doesn't care, she gives a damn, continues to un strip the bark Restrains the roots, she uses them to cut out her eyes The iris shines, the sun is born, the man begins to laugh!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
