I hold an image of the ashtray girl
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
1 comment:
SAID HE'D SETTLE, SAID HE'D SETTLE.
Sei que é outra musica, mas :)
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