Shake love’s steady hand.

Black as a beacon
In a river of shimmering fog
Yes she was

If you were heat seeking
She was hard to ignore
Yes she was

And she snapped
Wing mirrors off a Cadillac
With a particular pretty one

And that meant she never had to strain her back
When she was putting her lippy on

Well Time tastes bland
When she’s not around
And you’d sit and you’d sink and approach the brink
Before she showed you how to shake love’s steady hand

And she snapped
Wing mirrors off a Cadillac
With a particular pretty one

And that meant she never had to strain her back
When she was putting her lippy on

Shake love’s steady hand
Shake love’s steady –
She floats like an niccy rush but she stings like a bee
flat

The Blond-o sonic shimmer trap
And she snapped the wing mirrors off a Cadillac
With a particular pretty ones

And that meant she never had to strain her back
When she was putting her lippy on

Ατάκα κι επιτόπου

Εισάγετε τα παρακάτω στοιχεία ή επιλέξτε ένα εικονίδιο για να συνδεθείτε:

Λογότυπο WordPress.com

Σχολιάζετε χρησιμοποιώντας τον λογαριασμό WordPress.com. Αποσύνδεση / Αλλαγή )

Φωτογραφία Twitter

Σχολιάζετε χρησιμοποιώντας τον λογαριασμό Twitter. Αποσύνδεση / Αλλαγή )

Φωτογραφία Facebook

Σχολιάζετε χρησιμοποιώντας τον λογαριασμό Facebook. Αποσύνδεση / Αλλαγή )

Φωτογραφία Google+

Σχολιάζετε χρησιμοποιώντας τον λογαριασμό Google+. Αποσύνδεση / Αλλαγή )

Σύνδεση με %s