Pretty gritty. Pretty shitty Time to quit you and this city. I’m looking for something. There’s so much missing From the picture where I’m sitting…
Plan A would be quitting.
What for ? L’Amour ? You like it cooked. But you eat it raw. L’Amour
It’s not because that I am pale that I live in a fairytale See I have a lot of faith But I don’t live to wait. You see Plan B would be to follow you and see if it ever happened eventually.
What for ? L’Amour ? You like it cooked. But you eat it raw.
L’Amour
When it’s not funny anymore you point your finger at the door I’m feeling ripped and rather torn it was so much better before L’Amour Like a glass that topples as it goes to fall Before it smashes into chunks all over the floor
Merci L’amour. Thats what its for. I like it cooked. But you give it to me raw…