Saxon Sunday

Twitches
theyve got nothing on you theyve got nothing on me eyes in the back of their head bitter pills are tasting nice our romance never had no spice and i love you, i love you but i cannot be with you if you twitch your it i cant love you if you twitch your it i cant love you if you twitch your it i cant love you if you twitch your it i cant love you im dragging your name through the mud to stop some else having your love dont put your hand on my head cause everything isnt easily said when you sweep in under the bed and put it to rest From Letras Mania