Hello, sunrise, hello,hello
I stopped invite you anymore
Don’t want to see your sparkly shine
Seems like I crossed another line
So suddenly we don’t make sense
And we don’t need another chance
I’m very sick of life in shell
Just take this life and go to hell
Those words are worthless to expose
Love stinks like your old dirty close
I’m sick of condoms in the trash
I hate when you don’t wear your shorts and flash
Well there’s my message to the sun
Love does not need the light but gun
Just smash her greasy head with rock
Fly, be myself, I want have fuck!
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© Copyright: Анна С, 2003
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