born a cop in uniform, in black vinyl gloves i don’t hate you for your steel-toed boots or your handcuffs you are the way you always were you like your cruel games but i am not so quick to break i count my gain in blood and pain
i like it when it hurts like hell there’s nothing you could do to me i wouldn’t do to myself i’ll be bound to you in leather and chains i’ll be your sister, your young bride your angel, your slaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
