Lyrics

We took our trousers off, the socialists asleep We talked and talked for hours, it was really deep You're a kind of angel, dancing by the table I was doing fine, then I met you I don't need a sign, what will, be will be Let's go start a life, somewhere in the weeds I am usually able,but your effect is fatal I was doing fine, then I met you I was doing fine, but then I met you
Writer(s): Matthew Jonathan Gordon Maltese Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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