I can’t wait I can’t wait let me smell it already
You know I get scared when little games turn you on
And you laugh at Cupido
When you know I ain’t having any fun
Found me in his paradise
He and his boy painted it with
What I left behind oh my oh my
And it won’t work out for any of four of us
‘Cos there is you and he and his and me
Soon waiting for a whistling time
The rails for a boy who gotta run oh my oh my
And I hate ‘ give us some time ‘
And I hate ‘ give us some time ‘
And I hate ‘ give us some time ‘
Kinda ‘ maybe we should give another try ‘
And you kinda taking care of
‘ You take my cardigan‘
I say‘ mind giving us a break for good, hun?’
Lost me in his Lowland
Out of the map
Mister I crawled back
Too late now to learn how to tap
Everything was their in our dance
Slipped out of his hand
Can you Mister oh can you wash red traces away
Please you
You wash them all away
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Drazen Boskic.
Published on e-Stories.org on 19.07.2006.
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