Jul. 08, 2004,11:36
Use In Moderation
I wish I had enough
Your long arms drawn out
Your voice is soft
And it shouts
Like a drug
My low is far away
Coming down, solitary
I like the way
You caress my soul
Your long arms drawn out
Your voice is soft
And it shouts
Like a drug
My low is far away
Coming down, solitary
I like the way
You caress my soul