We play with fire, under the rain,
old metro station, run down the stairs.
I see you smiling, thought I could faint,
this time the devil, has heard my prayers.
Card games and cortege,
hair down I'm hell bound
to cardboard nuggets,
carton burgers,
candid stories,
covert lovers.
I found some vodka, you did the rest,
bring on the role play, what we do best.
You lose the jacket, take off my clothes.
Our nights were endless, sun never rose.
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario