Field Trip
Sleeve Of The Skin
Her giggles were make-believe,And her kindness built to decieve,She’s cloaked in innocenceYou can dismantle me all you want,If I had a naive soulShe’s dazzling of white champagne,It puts excitement in these bonesIt’s a habit that I cannot fight,You snatch the radar from my mind,The scent of your deceptionCome befuddle my disposition,You can have anything you want,Blows me a kiss now I can’t see,This incantation that’s upon me
From Letras Mania