Mine
One brief feeling, 5 seconds go by. Buzzing of wires.
Sweater looks a lot like mine.
Million things to think about, thinking about what I shouldn't think about.
You've got a million ways to look at things. A bright side.
A million ways to look at things. A bright side.
Hello, Auburn, how are you? The state that I'm into, hands like hammers bang.
There's no love lost.
Bitter remained like a taste in your mouth and nobody finds the one, and they keep looking.
Crawling in and out of beds, flesh covers the bone.
Flesh searches for more, for more than flesh.
flesh searches for more, for more than flesh.
Flesh searches for more, for more than flesh. flesh searches for more, for more than flesh.
Writer/s: GEORGE GERSHWIN, IRA GERSHWIN
