Prima
Such Wicked Animals
Hey brown eyes, where'd you get that dress? Oh what a lovely floral print That compliments the backseat of your car, oh no And we'll blame our parents They bred such wicked animals Virgin tigers and we're gnawing our way out of these flesh cages My head in the clouds My feet miss the ground
Spinning around, I'll never come back down Up on the cross where you hung me out
Naked and worn but I'll never come back down You can't stop this, so get undressed Tongue tied in a knot, oh let's be honest You're the tree and Im the king
We made a bed at Calvary Tie me up a crown of thorns on the head of a savior that you flock and scorn All I want to do, yes all I want to do is tell you that I That I loved you I loved you so little
From Letras Mania