Bitter sleep, summer street Looks at me and then she bleats out a This just she got her weed But not a bong, tired? we all just want a little piece of release? Comfort me and cum for me
I think she just be the one
Now we sleep under sheets With what's going Who was she, or who was he? Who the benefit of love this time? whats it Since I could neither it, or cover it Id rather it
To come to it goes it'll come to where it goes And when it to where it goes then it goes away
If it looks just like it, it smells just it, it felt just like it Well, then, it just be the one Well, if it looked just like it, it felt just like it, you melt like it And, then, it might be the one
(She might be the one, She might be the one, She just be the one, might be the one)
It comes just echoes, it just like echoes, it just like echoes, it just like a ghost
Cause then she comes to it goes Cause it will come to it goes And when it to where it goes Well then it comes like its told
Sally slipped again in deep them was not a thing of you to love You lied all time we were alone ghosts in the end Now we are both but now time ... delivers in the memories got the medicine.
to looks like it just like it It just like it You might buy it
If it looks just it It sucks just it It just like it then is got to be the one
You me here You own me Youre only