Arched back and a couple of slit wrists How often can you tell me that I can't love you Just maybe I can Just maybe I can
Somehow I'll break those arms And someday I'll break those arms Watching Jesus Christ Emerge in the form of a firearm
I sit back and relax I sit back and relax My wife of forty years I raped her
He began that day like any other Holding hands with savory little beauties Let them know that you love them And tell them all you want is to be cared for
That's all you want Is to be cared for That's all you want Is to be cared for Is to be cared for
Her eyes were calm And her hands were coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
