Bitter sleep, summer street Looks at me and then she bleats out a This just she got her weed But not a bong, whos Dont we all just want a little of release? me and cum for me again
I think she might be the one
Now we deep under sheets With going underneath Who was she, or who was he? Who reaped the of love this time? it all? Since I could neither fuck it, or it Id smother it
To to where it goes it'll come to where it goes And when it to where it goes then it goes away
If it looks just like it, it smells just like it, it just like it Well, then, it might be the one Well, if it looked just like it, it felt just it, you melt just like it And, then, it might be the one
(She might be the one, She just be the one, She might be the one, Just be the one)
It comes like echoes, it just like echoes, it goes just echoes, it goes just a ghost
Cause she comes to where it goes it will come to where it goes And it comes to where it goes then it comes just like its told
Sally again in deep with them there was not a of you to love You lied all this we were alone Sleeping in the end Now we are dead but now time ... delivers in the memories got the medicine.
to just like it just like it It felt just it You might buy it
If it looks just it It sucks like it It fucks just it Well is got to be the one
You know me You own me Youre only