She wore a dress that reminded me That she was naked underneath I'd been studying restroom sign diagrams That did no justice
Our heads are circles We have rectangular torsos But where I have blocks for trousers You have a feminine triangle
I got past staring at your dress By closing my eyes, at first Friends or lovers- my rushing blood Knows no difference, but I can tell
Our heads are circles We have rectangular torsos But where I have blocks for trousers You have a feminine triangle
She wore a dress like a sock on a hot dog I watched her with relish We talked in earnest about the differences Between men and women, but I forgot
Our heads are circles We have rectangular torsos But where I have blocks for trousers You have a feminine triangleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
