Before our last talk, I booby-trapped my heart I tried not to laugh as you ripped it out You walked away with it cupped in your hands I pictured you grinning as I pressed the detonator Now that you want me back You're all apologetic in your new prosthetics I think your stumps are sexy But my love for you is just another one of your phantom limbsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
