Rose Tremont (The)

Move
arm and arm harm dont come our way whose? yours or ours? harm dont come our way wash your skin it makes me sick to think of all the knives you sink soon i'll tell you to your face and soon i'll tell you to your face move along-stay at arms length wash your skin it makes me sick to think of all the knives you sink soon i'll tell you to your face and soon i'll tell you to your face arm and arm harm dont come our way move(i said it once) stay at arms length From Letras Mania