GLEB An underhanded girl An act of desperation And to my consternation I let her go…
She wants what she can get Is that a fair depiction? Does she believe her fiction It’s hard to know
Is it innocence or guile Or nothing but a childish act of will? She doesn’t know she needs you She willfully mislead you But still... Still
A son becomes a man at his father’s knee If my father asked questions, well, where would we be?
She is nothing but a childish A waif who needs protection I feel a strange connection I can’t allow
She says it’s all a game She trembles like a flower But in her there’s a power I see that now…
I am nothing but a man With nothing but his orders to fulfill “I’m innocent” she cries But then you see her eyes And something in them tells you that she absolutely lies Until your heart replies…
But still... Still… STILLTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
