Her knees are bare knees Are boys' knees like a lanky teen's She keeps closed together when in company I heard her explain once why through clenched teeth But I can't remember what for no more, more
Her hair is the color of her mind Breathing from her head like a deep fire It's all the warmth she has inside She can't lock up no more
When she sleeps, she sleeps, she sleeps So close to me in my dreams She covers her lips round my pink ear And whispers like a child You burn me while I bury you alive
Her hair is the color of her mind Breathing, breathing from her head like a deep fire It's all the warmth she has insideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
