Darling don't you know after I've bathed with you, I'm going to bury my face in the towel you used. I'm going to fill a bottle with the tears you weep, I'm going to brush your teeth whilst your asleep. Why don't you twist with me, it must be a temptation. And pity my poor heart I'm a writer of erotic fiction. Those pictures they used were not really you, they gave you airbrushed limbs that were stretched too far apart. Honey, have you got a real heart. Just buck like a dog on heat, Christ what a sensation! And pity my poor soul I'm a writer of erotic fiction. My amorous breath will be filling up your lungs
whilst the crooks in the suburbs will be fornicating milkmaids, When I start tearing off those sexy clothes, I will howl out your name and I will rattle those bones. Those sequinned second seconds are not what I need. I just want to fuck until I bleed. But how long will that be. Just kiss me full on the lips. Just kiss me full on the lips.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
