I'm absent because I am too present, staying by You don't know because you kiss the wrong eye
I can't tell I am involved or swept away In a daze made of sticky surface A fat oasis hosting victims with mouthfuls of executers smell Dancing naked at the sound of your door bell
Drops of baseness if carried out one after the other Tip of the day Allows you to erogate uncontaminated love Tip of the day
You get used to it only when you don't fall ill You get the munchies for time and appetite outside meals The long present boredom and in the short one you were not inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
