Love, when you say your faith is falling fast through your body, your mind and the soul that you claim to have had well I hoped to move you so and set you free just be glad for these minds and these bodies to meet all your needs
Baby won't you spread your pretty little lips make room for my fingertips so I could get caught between your legs tonight Baby won't you spread your pretty little lips and though I may not find enlightenment I could get caught between your legs tonight
so go, find a new way of coping with being alive when you find it don't tell me, I don't want to hear all your lies well I'd hoped to move you so and set you free just be glad for these minds and these bodies to meet all your needs
I'm a running monologue running away running fast through the back of my head I'm gonna run you out I'm gonna take you down I'm gonna take this shot I'm gonna chase it with lead
this isn't suicide it's a prison break and I just might make out fine this isn't finding god it's just running away runnin' an' runnin'
Baby, won't you spread your pretty little lips, And though I may not find enlightenment I could find GOD between your legs tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
