Open the door, come on through Out of breath the lover in you Hot lips, hot hands, hotter skin Twilight face shadowing
Looking through the bottom of your glass Stretching like a lazy cat Your body so smooth and bright Fading inside the light
Touch you, stroke you finger light Awaking, aching, moving things Your black eyes close and you burn alive You open up like a rose of night
She's leaving but she's left Her smile, her lips, her breath She'll come back just the same And ask me once again:
Whose that lipstick on the glass? Whose that lipstick on the glass? Whose that lipstick on the glass?
Touch you, stroke you finger light Awaking, aching, moving things Your black eyes close and you burn alive You open up like a rose of night
She's leaving but she's left Her smile, her lips, her breath She'll come back just the same And ask me once again:
Whose that lipstick on the glass? Whose that lipstick on the glass? Whose that lipstick on the glass?
Open the door, come on through Out of breath the lover in you Hot lips, hot hands, hotter skin Twilight face shadowing
She's leaving but she's left Her smile, her lips, her breath She'll come back just the same And ask me once again:
Whose that lipstick on the glass? Whose that lipstick on the glass? Whose that lipstick on the glass?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
