Queen Of Dreams
I'm singing blues 'cos you know how to flirt
And when you're walking on with your silver dress
You're moving planets setting my mind on mess
I love your windy smile and your shiny eyes
Pretending sweetly that they telling no lies
You're taking all hot stuff and that's what it seems
You have no throne, but your name's Queen Of Dreams
® 2008-02-25
by Oleard
Свидетельство о публикации №111051307247