Wandering in mazes of purple roses Where the sun is an orange in the mouth of god rolling on xtc There is no sweeter a daydream Than to daydream of a beautiful woman The most precious of jewels Asleep underneath the moon That which makes a wiseman feel like a fool One whose luv is more addictive than any drug One whose words echo with laughter and maturity With eyes that tell a silent and sensual tale That only her lover may ask its ending With her hair combed like a deer And the look upon her face like a gypsy Wrap your legs around me as sweet as carmal and cotten candy You can be my sweet and pretty plaything Where sugar babies are made Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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