Nhạc sĩ: Michael Hutchence, Andrew Farris
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Don't you know what you're doing? You've got to get away Silly Sazerot Silly Sazerot Silly Sazerot Silly Sazerot Silly Sazerot Silly Sazerot It's the color of her hair, like a cheat is drabbing through me and her hair She should have finished before it began I'll make her the last of the blame You wanna make her Silly Sazerot Love the position Silly Sazerot You wanna make her Silly Sazerot Love the position Silly Sazerot Stripped to flee, but her clothes stay on White light everywhere, but you can't see a thing Such a squeeze, a mad sad moment Glory to you, glory to you Take me there Take me there Take me there God's love revelation Put it to your hands Save you from your misery Like rain across the land Don't you see The color of deception Turning your world around again You wanna make her Silly Sazerot Love the position Silly Sazerot You wanna make her Silly Sazerot Love the position Silly Sazerot You wanna make You wanna make You wanna make her Silly Sazerot You wanna make You wanna make her Silly Sazerot You wanna make You wanna make her Silly Sazerot You wanna make her Silly Sazerot Love the position Silly Sazerot You wanna make her Silly Sazerot Love the position Silly Sazerot Yeah Love the position You wanna make her Silly Sazerot Love the position Silly Sazerot You wanna make her Silly Sazerot