Dalszövegek
tanulmányozandó szavak
Ingénue what have we done to you?
Under that soft skin
I hear a ticking
The currency of being twenty-three
It turns from gold to dust
When you crest the wave of lust
So take all you can
From the mouth of man
Ingénue framed like a cartoon
The borders clear and defined
The colors bold and bright
