Quando minhas palavras beijarem seu ouvido...

We crossed the line
Who pushed who over?
It doesn't matter to you 
It matters to me...


Desperation is a tender trap
It gets you every time 
You put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie...

She wears my love like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing
Her movements something else
Oh love... like a screaming flower
Love... dying every hour... love


A man needs a woman - like a fish needs a bicycle.. 

Her heart is racing, you can't keep up...

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