Sunlight sets the daytime
And I'm awake to get a chance
For a perfect story perfumes
Some sort of personal romance
I will not choose to ignore it
Light the day 'till forces go
You may notice I'm in trouble
In the way I want it so
Shake my hands and make the whistles
I'm in charge here, that is true
Baby, wouldn't you come around now
You know that I'm in love with you
I'm abused to hear the stories
To admit sensoryties
Not ashamed to get effected by
Sensory minorities
Perfect story parfums
© Copyright: Сергей Пилипчак, 2012
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