3 acessos
Eustacia Vye,
forbidden fruit of my eye;
Oh why that long face
of utter sorrow?
I was getting high
when you proposed
that you and I
clandestinely meet
on the 'morrow
But, I haven't seen it yet
I want to see it, yes
So let me get you into bed
so that I can see it.
I'm glad you were born, kid
We are stars in a septic sea
Meet me in the sky
so that we can be free
My Bostonian love,
out of fear of sounding dumb,
I think you have a
drinking problem
And my Bostonian love,
out of fear of sounding dumb again;
Why do you date
so many women?
But, I haven't seen it yet
I want to see it, yes
So let me get you into bed
so that I can see it.
I'm glad you were born, kid
We are stars in a septic sea
Meet me in the sky
we can be free
I'm glad you were born, kid
We are stars in a septic sea
Meet me in the sky
we can be free
I'm glad you were born, kid
We are stars in a septic sea
Meet me in the sky
we can be free
Meet me in the sky
we can be free