The painful thought
Of her most tender kisses...
The beautiful girl stood on high
She stood out of reach...
Take her over, do it
Take her slow...
The kiss in the cold is preferred
Its promises something that is eventually betrayed...
The most beautiful girl walked by
She was wearing two shirts...
I've never been so dissatisfied as I am when I touch myself to women that are not you |
Chocolate on my tongue, you're better... |