I'm hoping the smoke
Hides the shame
I've got on my face
Cognac and broken glass
All these years I've been your ashtray
Not today
I found a pink cigarette
On the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything but me
(Mr.Bungle, Pink Cigarette)
Hides the shame
I've got on my face
Cognac and broken glass
All these years I've been your ashtray
Not today
I found a pink cigarette
On the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything but me
(Mr.Bungle, Pink Cigarette)
2 comments:
sim, tens de me mostrar, de facto.
o que eu estava procurando, obrigado
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