And you're so fresh with your pale dark bliss Those blackjack eyes and tambourine hips Walked right out of an acid trip Got a corkscrew mind And the sweetest grip
Take me to the gig where the music's loud And you can feel the electricity in the crowd Oriental lillies blooming in my head With all the little nothings that I could have said
Powder junkie, spider monkey, swim in the sea Crushed like a grape under possibility You're so fresh with your pale dark bliss Those blackjack eyes and tambourine hipsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
