sábado, 9 de julio de 2011

Forbidden love is such an inspiration

they get a kick by kicking your teeth in with a pinch of salt and a bible  grin. They call our love a sin. When you kissed me  in that lonely street all the windows growled and you bit my lip and you said: "I'll  set you free". But windows speak and they hate our guts. Our lives are cheap.
To drive away I steal my parent's car. Buy a pack of beer, go fast, go far baby ,I burn the map and watch the northern star.
When you kissed me I was cold as snake. I'm young but your lips has the taste of fate.

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