January before I leave
I can’t see my beauty for the blinding whack of yours I can’t hear my voice for the thunderous purr of yours I can’t see anything but you on my sheets We’ve got the same blood fella It rocketed through…
I can’t see my beauty for the blinding whack of yours I can’t hear my voice for the thunderous purr of yours I can’t see anything but you on my sheets We’ve got the same blood fella It rocketed through…