With lips to die for

Hit up my green eyes
Against the natural light that lowers itself to the moonlit
Looking at the time and take a ciggarett
The lips on the glass and waiting visit
At the table is always a beautiful with pink cheeks
But refuses to be tamed
Was still for a moment so I may taste your cheek
Two of the same in a play
Now they recognize you too
I have always stayed inside for a long time
And I’ll take with me the face in a commemorative picture
With lips to kill for
A fight turns out, but no one turns me

Advertisements