Betrayed with every movement Cold fingers not forgotten The things we touched with them Loved
I burned up all my songs And left them out For the dogs I think I could learn to love
Almost close enough To taste her bite Almost close enough But not quite
Keep those little hands Right there in your pockets Keep those little hands I can't say that I want them
I can't say I believe them Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |