All my friends tell me I should move onI’m lying in the ocean, singing your songAhhThat’s how you sang it Loving you forever can’t be wrongEven though you’re not here, won’t move onAhhThat’s how we ادامه مطلب

My pussy tastes like Pepsi colaMy eyes are wide like cherry piesI got sweet taste for men who are olderIt’s always been so, it’s no surprise Harvey’s in the sky with diamonds and he’s making ادامه مطلب

I was at Coachella, leanin’ on your shoulderWatchin’ your husband swing in timeI guess I was in it, ’cause, baby, for a minuteIt was Woodstock in my mind In the next mornin’, they put out ادامه مطلب

Cinnamon in my teethFrom your kissYou’re touching meAll the pills that you takeViolet, blue, green, red to keep meAt arm’s length don’t workYou try to push me outBut I just find my way back inViolet, ادامه مطلب

LoveI said real love, it’s like feeling no fearWhen you’re standing in the face of danger‘Cause you just want it so muchA touchFrom your real loveIt’s like heaven taking the place of something evilAnd lettin’ ادامه مطلب

Share my body and my mind with youThat’s all over nowDid what I had to do‘Cause you’re so far past me nowShare my body and my life with youThat’s way over nowThere’s not anymore I ادامه مطلب

You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really areWhen you’re lying in my arms, babyYou don’t ever have to go faster than your fastest paceOr faster than my fastest cars I shouldn’t have ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1]Darlin’, darlin’ doesn’t have a problemLyin’ to herself ’cause her liquor’s top shelfIt’s alarming, honestly, how charming she can beFooling everyone, telling ’em she’s having fun [Pre-Chorus]She says, “You don’t wanna be like meDon’t ادامه مطلب

There’s somethin’ in the wind, I can feel it blowin’ inIt’s comin’ in softlyOn the wings of a bombThere’s somethin’ in the wind, I can feel it blowin’ inIt’s comin’ in hotlyAnd it’s comin’ in ادامه مطلب

Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemableWhat might have been is an abstractionRemaining a perpetual possibilityOnly ادامه مطلب