Six million jaws hit the theatre floor. As I rest my hand in something wet and warm. I feel you watching from the corner of your eye. If you move closer to me. I won't mind.
Just make it last. It's your skin, your hands, your face that's coming on. But it's regret that makes the cab ride home such a drag.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
