I got pictures of naked ladies. Lyin' on their beds. I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion. Starts a swellin' inside my head. . I'm makin' artificial lovers for free.
I got pictures of naked ladies. Lyin' on their beds. I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion. Starts a swellin' inside my head. . I'm makin' artificial lovers for free.
I got pictures of naked ladies. Lyin' on their beds. I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion. Starts a swellin' inside my head. . I'm makin' artificial lovers for free.
All the signs are there. I did not exist. Underneath the stars and comets. . Far beneath the sun. Eyes can see. Anything they want to believe. . I... I was breathing on the oxygen that's left.
I think, I think I know it all,. But can I be sure of the things I've grown to know,. And can I say I know it all,. When rules just guide me to blindly follow.