Paroles de Scenes From France In General
I sleep quite violently waking warm with thunder and I'm the magician's girl. Buttoning my cuffs at the wrist, and split from my neck to my knees, how badly I photograph. To dream of a duel, speaking furious in Latin, the scald scar of water. Woke snug as a virgin quietly humming.Paroles powered by LyricFind
