On my mind ...
No contact of mucosa with mucosa
yet I infected you, it gets
ports and desires and dizziness
fans in verse and addressed to me;
and bestow the gift of your mysterious essence, that
was a fleeting gleam a few nights ago;
and are quick to get live my sighs
that the walls are to say "I want you here."
This is the song that I write to you:
I promise and here it is.
Can you see them? Yes you are there,
before I knew you.
(Now I have to suck your beautiful smile:
sparkles of happiness.
observes up from your forehead
vain that my kisses requested priority)
Pure frigid waters from These Eyes That
always miss you Nothing but violence from my empty gun
I'm using silver to light up Blackheart These faces blinding your
That burns skin with my fingers for you
This is the song that I write to you:
I promise and here it is.
Can you see them? Yes you are there, just as
know you.
This song is for me I listen like I
I Promised You can see me in your words from hell
That You write for me
And I have to leave your hands caress the heart
immune defenses that do not need.
But now I'm thinkin 'someone's face more special for me,
who can sing but has more coats of polish to me ... and this is your leisure.
As far as I'm concerned you're a forgotten continent.
For what I saw at the end I liked it.
Do not, do not tell me. What You Want From Me
No, do not tell me. I do not want to hear. Do not tell me
This is the song that I write to you:
I promise and here it is.
Can you see them? There're more, after I met you
(Marlene Kuntz feat.Skin-The song that I write for you) I do not deny
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