Stroke your finger on my bare neck Kiss me when I am a trainwreck Press your weight upon my shoulders Don’t allow me to grow older
Rosy days with hints of laughter Some will call it a disaster Keeping through ... three dices Cut her feeling into slices
Done building baby roller coasters for me I am to blame Swollen from eating honey-roasted secret Fills my mouth with shame Why do we keep on going back To places we never should? Deep minds, blurred lines Turns a heart to wood
I am who I am to you Slow it down I am who I am to you Slow it down
I am who I amTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
