Así como le encanta decir a un amigo en toda circunstancia de su vida, por más mínima que sea... Las cosas se cuentan solas, sólo hay que saber mirar... https://youtube/watch?v=pWWX0aUW_HY Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry As she can be I walk my days on a wire It looks ugly, but its clean Oh mamma, dont fuss over me The way she tells me Im hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine Calls of guilty thrown at me All while she stains The sheets of some other Thrown at me so powerfully Just like she throws with the arm of her brother But I want it, its a crime That shes not around most of the time [Chorus:] Way she shows me Im hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful Im all but washed In the tide of her breathing And its worth it, its divine I have this some of the time Way she shows me Im hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 13:25:57 +0000
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