Let's build a house full of bricks The ones we like from Belgium Let it wash away my ticks Away from the system
With the sun there's a shiver A gazillion years intact And olives, capers and sisters White plaster and wooden beds We're trading with seashells and whispers And dreams rise to the top of the roof Your hips move like a wobbly tooth
Dinners with lemons and sisters And dreams in the top of the roof We're trading with seashells and whispers Your hips move like a wobbly toothTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
