now she's milk and she's apples you're scotch and segregation lips like molasses you're smiling saccharine sidewalks
crashing the car just to make a connection each week greasing the palm of the grease monkey keep it discreet
while she types and she answers you pay for information wonder what are the chances just pray there's conversation
taking your faith past her desk on a mid day drive radio filling aborting your mission drive by
you're in the bathroom playing dead i just know numbers now i'm feeling what am i feeling what am i feeling and what i feeling i can't cut though to you
caught yourself while undressing nude in a cold reflection hands probe assessing slow pills to change the painting
running the ship over rocks as the sirens sing storms taking the water to heart as you make for the shore
she's milk and apples and i'm on nineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
