| |
 |
MP3 Klingeltöne für Dein Handy
|
|
Interpret:
Hefner
|
| The Sad Witch
|
You wouldn%26#8217;t believe in my new belle she flits and weaves a curious spell,
And under my skin there%26#8217;s a place where she resides.
Finding a release in prayers and psalms I will obey her articulate commands,
She is just a coquette and how I wish I could forget.
Breathing new life in to the sad witch and she promised me three wishes and all I wish is she should remain here.
A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame and she fooled me with her motherly gestures, my only guess is she%26#8217;s misguided.
The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs that greet below the red, red lights,
Hold no sway with me now she%26#8217;s my intended.
The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen, god is in my heart and tearing at the seams,
Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading.
(and I don%26#8217;t know, and I don%26#8217;t want to know, if she floats or drowns, if she floats or drowns.)
|
Eingetragen |
13.Sep.2001 13:09:50 |
Letzer Aufruf |
01.Jan.1970 01:01:00 |
Besucher |
111 |
|
|
|
|
