Geraldine Fibbers

Trashman In Furs
Lay down Rosey. It's the blue and the orange time, a water and a twist of lime. I had so much to tell you. I raced through the sky to touch you for the last time. So much to tell you. I raced through the sky, to whisper a message into your morphine drip. Not a dark boy a sparkle and a mark boy making cake out of trashcan afterthoughts. Death is a spinster, mortally whacking the funny boys 'til they're not laughing anymore. I had so much to tell you. I raced through the sky to touch you for the last time. So much to tell you. I raced through the sky, to whisper a message into your morphine drip. Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry Letras de cancionesI'm havin' fun drivin' I'm ridin' ridin' ridin' to a place with no pain no tears no art no ears no cars no need for you to cry for me don't cry for me they're here for me no need for you to cry. Lay down Rosey. It's the blue and the orange time, a water and a twist of lime. I had so much to tell you. I raced through the sky to touch you for the last time. So much to tell you. I raced through the sky, to whisper a message... So much to tell you So much to tell you I raced through the sky... From Letras Mania