He comes to me wrapped up in laurel leaves ginger filigree, paradise and the light in his eye leads me to my knees
through the lilies, under limes he holds it up for a bite we lean into an ocean sprite and the lines on his palms seems a pretty good life
tell him I was beautiful tell him I was cold and nothing else
to the divine paradise
this paradise give it to me
and you'll tell him I was beautiful tell him I was cold and nothing elseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
