creeping, throbbing, saunter from corner to wall trying to part the whispers from shouting and calls this will is itching, this want is making me soar what is expected, to seem a happy whore
come on lets kill these demands and notions all this commotion is not worth it come on just give this a second coming an age is dawning with all smiles and laughter
one foot forward, will you be catching my fall once i give, i know you'll be claiming more you've had me scratching, you have been talking me soar what is expected, to carry you in my arms
come on lets kill these demands and notions all this commotion is not worth it come on just give this a second coming an age is dawning with all smiles and laughter