[CHOROUS]
Boy, we can´t be torn apart,
We´re an affair of art,
Let´s walk through a park,
Let´em think whatever,
What we are, will be forever,
They say we can´t be never,
and what we have is just a game,
but we´re not what they´re saying,
Because boy, we feel the same…
[VERSE1]
Boy what I feel,
is oh so real,
your sex appeal
is able to heal,
when I´m under the wheels.
You need no peeling cream,
and you needn´t conceal ,
because you seal,
the love deal,
I will be real,
´cause what we feel,
has a shield,
and what we have
is hard like steal,
it´s our yield,
and you invite
me for meals.
[VERSE2]
Boy what we are,
makes it hard
for them to start
to check that we are
not to tear apart,
we exchange our hearts
and unlike playing cards
we leave the gambling part,
they´re saying we are
two humans who are
playing games,
but let them say,
they may be insane,
we feel like youths
and we needn´t prove,
what we have is pureness,
Todos los derechos pertenecen a su autor. Ha sido publicado en e-Stories.org a solicitud de Jens Marquard.
Publicado en e-Stories.org el 27.12.2009.
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