Chela - Hadful of God | Текст песни

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• Chela
• Hadful of God

You look forward for a ride, no matter how hard they try
I'm not gonna open wide, I won't ever be the type
I'm fine with the hand made things, I'll never betray the skin
I'm not gonna play to win, take down in the wrestling ring
I won't prepare to stop, you're not gonna fuck it up
I'm foolish in the thought, no need of a restaurant
I'm up in a one night stand, I don't need to hold a hand
I'm not gonna start a tab, I'm glad to be all I am
Don't have pity on me
Don't have pity on me
Don't have pity on me
Oh, no
Don't have pity on me
Don't have pity on me
Don't have pity on me
Oh, no
I want you close, but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
I want to go but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold
I won't hold on
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold
You're looking for a ride no matter who caught your eye
I'm not gonna look to find there's a lump of gold inside
I'm up in a one night stand, I don't need to hold a hand
I'm not gonna start a tab, I'm up and I gotta admit
Get away he-heart! Get away he-heart!
Get away he-heart! Get away he-heart!
Heart...
Get away he-heart! Get away he-heart!
Get away he-heart! Get away he-heart!
Heart...
Oh no
I want you close, but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
I want to go but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold
I won't hold on
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold
I want you close, but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold
I won't hold on
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold.