He was a mindweaver, always on the phone Telling me all sorts of hurt of his own Although his voice was sweet to me I wondered if we could ever be
He was a mindbeater, always on the phone Telling me all sorts of what I did wrong Although his voice was sweet to me I wondered if we could ever be
He was a mindbender, always on the phone Telling me all sorts of dream he has sewn Although his voice was sweet to me I wondered if we could ever beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.