I am weak and tired here, you are mine and I am yours This “L” word we mutter, what does it mean? A single breath or something more? One ticket please, I'd like to take journey; A pleasant trip for something more
The chills, the shocks. The shell around me crumbles A cracked egg - your undead yolk Your chiseled face sets my mood On top or bottom? Jazz or Folk? Trust is must, and I want you I'm feeling sticky, so be my glue
Expect, my dear. Men always do I've got something in store for you, it's unexpectedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.