15 juin 2006

CACTUS

Sitting here, wishing on a cement floorJust wishing that I had just something you wore I'd put it on when I go lonely Will you take off your dress and send it to me? I miss your kissing and I miss your head And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead Run outside in the desert heat Make your dress all wet and send it to me I miss your soup and I miss your bread And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead So spill your breakfast and drip your wine Just wear that dress when you dine Sitting here, wishing on a... [Lire la suite]
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