Brush my hair back, Lips to my ear, The mouth, the nose, the kiss of danger, I want to hear.
Brush my hair back, Lips to my ear, Your mouth, the nose, the kiss of danger, I want to hear.
She is a made-up animal, She says it's her favourite thing She talks of love and travel and... To keep him wondering. Dreaming with his eyes tied up His head is in the clouds. He longs for her attentive touch, Screaming, "Animal!"
Brush my hair back, Lips to my ear, The mouth, the nose, the kiss of danger, I want to hear.
Brush my hair back, Lips to my ear, Your mouth, the nose, the kiss of danger, I want to hear.
Whisperin' is my favourite thing.
She is a made-up animal, She says it's her favourite thing She talks of love and travel and... To keep him wondering. Dreaming with his eyes tied up His head is in the clouds. He longs for her attentive touch, Screaming, "Animal!"
She is a made-up animal, She says it's her favourite thing She talks of love and travel and... To keep him wondering. Dreaming with his eyes tied up His head is in the clouds. He longs for her attentive touch, Screaming, "Animal!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
