Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A really beautiful bike in a sea of baggers

So much he can say.
there's so much inside.
You remain,
you....... 
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby 
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.. yeah. 
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby? 

Baby,
I've...
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
been.............. kissed from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
...ooh...........the..
Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels, ...yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey,
Bridge. 

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