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