All the things you said Running out of my head Catching sensual place Like bullet, Bullet
We could put a point Could no longer meet If it wasn’t drug like cocaine, cocaine
Tie her happy hands Close her happy eyes Give them brain advice You can t feel what I feel Close her happy eyes Tie her happy hands Give them brain advice You can t feel what I feel
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Love is not a place for meditation babe Pillow is not a place for crying And crying Tie her happy hands Close her happy eyes Give them brain advice You can t feel what I feel Close her happy eyes Tie her happy hands Give them brain advice You can t feel what I feel