9 acessos
Lifting me up like a garage door...
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on.
I know you, Lord, are a jealous lord.
I know the tablet is your competition.
And I need for you to be reasonable.
(How much? She said 'for three hundred dollars, I'll do it.')
Beating me down just like a rain storm...
I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on.
I know the skin is a jealous skin.
I know the sky, it is its competition.
And I need for you to be reasonable.
(How much? She said 'for three hundred dollars, I'll do it.')