- cifra
Lulu's in the backroom Screaming in her cell
I'd like to switch her off
But I don't feel so well
You could move closer
I think you have a pleasant smell
You could move in with me
Into my pretty hell
Dream on Dream on, please Dream on Dream on
Come
Ooh you're such a good boy
Bringing in my tea
Scratching at my blood
Shoots me with sympathy
Don't breathe on me
When you are full of Alcohol I just love it when you're down there
Cos you look so small
Dream on, please
Footsteps in my blood at night
Breathing in me strong Slipping in my rising
Keep me up
Keep me awake
I wish that they'd be gone
So come on
