- cifra
Why do we lie to make the same mistakes?
I put my hand on fire. I love to play this game
You’ve came for, wanting more
Soft touch and a sweet tongue
I want more of you and I’m not that drunk
One more round! I’m gonna stop this time
I’m dancing around with the flashing lights
You want more, on the floor
Soft touch and a sweet tongue
I want more of you and I’m not that drunk yet
