12 acessos
In the middle of a house,
In the middle of nowhere.
Bodies glide from room to room
YEAAAAAAAH
I hate these walls!
They speak to me!
Hey skin like a doll your now friend
I can feel the lay
Catch that lightning yeah
It falls in subtle patterns
Crowds in and tells them when their time is up
When it's over
Takes her hand
And kisses her cheek
She's a doll oh yeah
She's his spitting image
Where've you gone?
You're still a part of me!
Hey skin like a doll your now friend
I can feel the lay
Catch that lightning
It falls in subtle patterns
Crowds in and tells them when their time is up;
when it's over.
Where've you gone?
You're still a part of me.