mmh, you're sticking to my finger mmh, you smell like used before mmh, your skin to me tastes rotten let me lick a little more first time we walked the junkyard you said the magic words, love should be decorated with a little bit of dirt more or less neglected from backbone to the heart, it was more than i expected and i knew it from the start
that you'd fit into my trash box mmh, a perfect place to be because i know how much that cash sucks, i want you there for freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
