Lotte Kestner Crush The Bird
if i make allowances i'm fine with separate, and see-how-it-is understood if you think it's good do they make flowers for this what color means you don't care how she lives i'd expect just a little bit. me, i wouldn't trade me, i wouldn't trade for what you're made of lover becomes secretive "don't ask i won't tell we'll see how it is" understood if you say it's good do they make flowers for this what color means you don't care how she is i'd expect just a little bit. me, i wouldn't trade me, i wouldn't trade for what you're made of did i try too hard loving crush the bird you're holding me, i wouldn't trade me, i wouldn't trade for what you're made of compasses what i want sometimes is a roof somewhere the same one each time, like a real woman home, to be home to be home like a black sea turtle swimming back sailors who sail without compasses right, to be right to be right if the stars stick why can't i
