Let’s try to get beneath the surface waste, girl
No more booby traps and bombs
No more decadence and charm
No more affection that’s misplaced, girl
No more mudcake creatures lying in your arms
What about that millionaire with the drumsticks in his pants?
He looked so baffled and so bewildered
When he played and we didn’t dance
Yesterday’s just a memory
Tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be
Post je objavljen 11.06.2016. u 08:57 sati.