Turning through these pages about lovers consummating well it, feels completely inappropriate here. As our bodies intermingle unwillingly and I feel ten morning breaths against my skin.
And we were squashed, we were squashed, we were squashed. And we find ourselves, we find ourselves just where we expected, we find ourselves under each other's arms. We don't want to be touched,we don't want to be touched, we dont want to be touched. We just want to get off, not like they're getting off, we just want to get off.
A monotonal voice tells there's someone under a train, well. What an interruption to our days. As we all pump through the veins of the city. And our fictional lovers keep screwing on.
And we were squashed, we were squashed we were squashed. And we find ourselves, they find themselves, just where the author wanted. Intermingled in each other's arms. We don’t want to be touched, we don’t want to be touched, we don’t want to be touched. We just want get off, not like they're getting off, but it's so damn hot.
We were squashed, we were squashed, we were squashed. We were squashed, we were squashed, we were squashed. We find ourselves, we find ourselves just where we expected We find ourselves under each other's arms.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
