viernes, 28 de agosto de 2009

crime

Then my eyes just said go on
And my back could feel the cold
Then you take off all my clothes
I was breathing laid in bed
And you take my legs, and you get inside
And I thought that life, couldn’t be so good
Oh my love, is this a new suicide
And I just wanna to know
Oh, it’s all, my strong little guy

No hay comentarios:

Publicar un comentario