John Frusciante Your Pussy's Glued To A Building On Fire
Đóng góp:
"Your Pussy's Glued To A Buliding On Fire"
Your pussys glued to a building on fire
I paint my mind just cuz I'm alive
If you see me roaming the hillside
Won't you come along?
You paint your eyes
Mine are in the sky
No worldly word I could say would be golden
The smile on my face isn't always real
But the way you make me feel is all that's really real
You little duck house
"Your Pussy's Glued To A Buliding On Fire"
Your pussys glued to a building on fire
I paint my mind just cuz I'm alive
If you see me roaming the hillside
Won't you come along?
You paint your eyes
Mine are in the sky
No worldly word I could say would be golden
The smile on my face isn't always real
But the way you make me feel is all that's really real
You little duck house
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