martes, 2 de abril de 2013

Play me my song

She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair and let me get to know your face. She's a lady, she is mine. Brush back your hair and let me get to know your flesh. I've been waiting here so long... and all this time has passed me by. It doesn't seem to matter now. You stand there with your fixed expression, casting doubt on all I have to say.

Why don't you touch me? Touch me. Why don't you touch me? Touch me.
Touch me now, now, now, now, now..


 

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