Lust, lust, lust.
It burns you, bends you, makes you bleed.
Love, love, love,
it moves you, opens you, makes you believe.
Will you, do you, have this need?
It burns you, bends you, makes you bleed.
Love, love, love,
it moves you, opens you, makes you believe.
Will you, do you, have this need?
yulia:
It's coming! 