One, two, three, four
Who is knocking at your door?
Neighbors shut the door of fear
But my smell is in the air
Pardon baby I'm too young
To persuade you stay alive
Break my fingers if I lie
Let me hear your last goodbye
Oh, my honey it's a seem
When I push you to a scream
Do you see my lovely eyes
That's a game with cruel spice
Let your cry to burst the land
Every nail has its hand
May be my way is to tough
To provide you perfect love?
My feelings after Wake the dead song by Alice Coop
© Copyright: Олег Савилов, 2009
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