I was taking a stroll through the graveyard,
underground he got so bored.
Found a shovel to dig up my man,
so that we could hold hands.
Wake up, baby, you're not dead--
Not lately--where's your head?
I'm craving something more.
We get around when it's dark ,
And there's no one to see,
Your dirty corpse,
As you swing with me.
Nobody bones quite like my man,
From his head to boney hands,
And he knows just what I need,
'Cause he'd never bury me.
Baby Ghosts еще тексты
Оценка текста
Статистика страницы на pesni.guru ▼
Просмотров сегодня: 3