15.3.09

Tonight we'll touch. And they won't know. I know you're dying. To take off your clothes. Just trust in me. I'll never run away. You kiss my lips. And you taste like pain. And while I'm pushing it,I'm moving. Somehow you manage to say...Whoa-e, whoa-e ,oh-oh. Oh-we, oh-we,oh-oh. Whoa-e,whoa-e, oh-oh. I wish we were older. Whoa-e, oh-we, oh-oh

No hay comentarios: