smokin' cigarettes; more than i should my hands won't stop shaking and that can't be good i would forget you, if only i could think about anything else slow dance at the end of the night everyone's looking; who cares if it's right? your head on my chest; i held you so tight don't care what they have to say our feet were too drunk to keep step in time but we held fast and we made it through fine hell, you smiled a lot
chairs on tables; they're mopping the floors but we were still dancing just like before you held me tight light from the disco ball surrounds us with stars and i looked like trouble right from the start you told me so
that slow dance didn't last very long so now i guess i'll be moving on but it was nice god damn, it was niceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
