Black Sixteens
You don't follow me now, ribbons in hair searching for answers when there's none there. Then follow me round, up my stair into my bedroom if I'm in there. Hoping for something because it seems the right thing to do. You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You still follow me now, temptingly fair finding your answers when there's none there Hoping for something because it seems the right thing to do. You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know what to do then (Yeah, yeah, yeah) --->> Enrique Morano [email protected] <<---
