More slowly Come here please Can he see The two eyes Doing our best to sing
You must keep quiet The hands are the organs of feeling Unforgiving and Leaving nothing not killed When you remove my gloves One hundred gold Night-dresses Flayed open
How many fingers Must you put in my mouth To muffle my apology
And precious, how You scream like an alley cat Yet go home to lick your masters hands With our mouths open Everybody laughed
Fat chance and Mouth Under the mouth Ask him how many Fingers he hasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
