Ill Skills - Bowser | Текст песни

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• Ill Skills
• Bowser

Love in space and time, there's no more feeling,
Automatic lover, cold and unappealing,
Longing to be touched, loging for a kiss,
Whisper words of love, tell me that you miss.

Nothing to caress not a hand to hold,
I don't need the touch, Cause his body's cold,
He's programmed to receive, automatic satisfaction,
After love is done, where's the true reaction.