The voice that sounds like crying doves From the shorelines rocky and rough A need for nothing except for love Now can never get enough Hands that move from neck to thigh Hips that sway from side to side A fruit that's rotten on the vine Weaving spells inside my mind
Enchantress, her love outpoured Captivated, possessed for When I washed up on her shore Time meant nothing anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
