15 acessos
Well
I'm not linking you
You can run and hide
Can't get enough
I'm seeking my style
She never look me in the eyes
I don't know
Never ask me why
There's a strange lady laying on my two bed floor's room
Yeah, Gregorian Fish
Well,
I'm not linking you
You can run and hide
Can't get enough
I'm sick and tired
Would you like to go to some kind of discotheque?
Telephone is ringing that forties hype
Keep on groovin' candles above me mind
Keep on groovin' candles above me mind
Gregorian Fish
Well,
I'm not linking you
You can run and hide
Can't get enough
Keep cool and relax
You got the strike
I'm lost in passion if you understand
My eyes tired soonest
My chat is sympathy
Cheers, honey
My chat is sympathy
Cheers, honey
Gregorian fish
Well,
I'm not linking you
Gregorian fish
Keep cool and relax
You got the strike
Cheers honey
Would you like to go to some kind of discotheque?
Telephone is ringing that forties hype
Gregorian Fish