She cried for a little gingerbread
because its arm was missing...
Should Cupid pass, with hand and bow
I hope he’ll purge, my heart of woe...
I'm a fragile heart,
With a twisted mind...
Open your eyes,
Open your chest...
I'm a wreck in the head,
No need to pretend...
I hear you..
You’re ready now...
I hold you close
needing to breath you in...
The roses and jasmines bloom
Scenting the air with heady perfume...
A love-struck Irishman
As I stroll along the rock-strewn road, down by...
You know you gotta feel it,
Temperature rises and I cannot shake it...
Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...
My favorite little part is knowing you're wrong as...
Thinking you understand what's behind this shell...