Right now if we wait For the opportunity Then we would see The sun is reversing
Ah, plasticine walls forever And overly happy With your aloof scene Go off the ledge to snow Wish them good night
Oh gorgeous madman You are illuminated
Ah, if he preached The words they beat on And ignored him With their moral in lust Whose four-inch dagger Blind your mother's eye to stop
Oooh, are you ugly Silly boys love you
Yeah, sit up They're armed with hooks They'll harm her You're smashed with Ignace
Hark and enamour me May I survive? Oh, Sir Army Suit You're psychicTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
