Florian Tippe - Its Consuming Me 2012 | Текст песни

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• Florian Tippe
• Its Consuming Me 2012

The thought of you it's consuming me.
Wherever I am, whatever I do...
The thought of you it's consuming me.
Your eyes, your skin, your smell.
Your feet, your hands, my hands on you.
Your heart, your tenderness, your touch.
Your storboness, your bitchness.
Your friends, your family, your favorites.
Your insights, your outsides.
Your power, your force, your way.
Your food, your books, your moves, your music.
Your work, your muscles, your hair, your secret places.
Your closeness, your distance, your problems, your troubles.
Your sweat, your tears, your spit.
Your occupation, your protection, your brutality.
Your dark, your light.
Your cock, your cock, your cock...
Your laughter, your scream, your curse.
Your walk, your move, your needs, your fun.
Your peace, your war.
Your gifts, your dreams, your desires, your sex.
Your attitude, your cockness, your smirk.
Your strenght, your weakness.
Your history, your past, your future.
Your beauty, your ugliness.
Your truth, your lies.
your boyfriend...
The thought of you it's consuming me, it was never mine and will never be.
The thought of you it's consuming me.