все, что угодно, лишь бы не патфиз

[шмель из сассекса]

(c)



Love, I have wounds,
Only you can mend,
You can mend.
I guess that's love,
I can't pretend,
I can't pretend.

Feel, my skin is rough,
But it can be cleansed,
Can be cleansed.
And my arms are tough,
But they can be bent,
Can be bent.

And I wanna fight,
But I can't contend.
I guess that's love,
I can't pretend,
Can't pretend.

Oh feel our bodies grow,
And our souls they blend.
Yeah love I hope you know,
How much my heart depends.

But I guess that's love I can't pretend,
I guess that's love I can't pretend.

Oh feel our bodies grow,
and our souls they blend.
Yeah love I hope you know,
how much on my heart depends.

I guess that's love I can't pretend,
I guess that's love I can't pretend.

каков товарищ классный — что не песня, то про больное.

не в обзоры

@темы: восхуительное, kinksman, Тырнет