A keresés eredménye

36.6°C \ 97°F

If you're with me, everything's 97°F
Without you during the spring
I'll be in a deep shit.
I'm not calling the doctors
I have no fever
But there's your love
You're my ray of light in gray skies
 
If you're with me, everything's 97°F
Without you during the spring
I'll be in a deep shit.
I'm not calling the doctors
I have no fever
But there's your love
You're my ray of light in gray skies
 
She crept straight to me
And made me realize
That she won't be molded to fit someone else
She won't be sculpted into an ideal
It's easier just to flip her off
Or just to accept
Each other's faults
 
In our sweet life
She added some spices
To everyone's joy and despite them all
We've managed to fit together
My vaccine, my habit
I realized it right away
I fucking love this nasty girl.
 
If you're with me, everything's 97°F
Without you during the spring
I'll be in a deep shit.
I'm not calling the doctors
I have no fever
But there's your love
You're my ray of light in gray skies
 
If you're with me, everything's 97°F
Without you during the spring
I'll be in a deep shit.
I'm not calling the doctors
I have no fever
But there's your love
You're my ray of light in gray skies