Love Song For The Hated
Michal
One, two, three, four, five, six
I want to kiss your bad skin
God you're so imperfect and sexual
I don't want to think about
When you know everything about me,
I will have lost my only friend
I want to kiss your bad skin
God you're so imperfect and sexual
I'm not, but I can pretend
I want to kiss your bad skin
God you're so imperfect and sexual
I'm not, but I can pretend
I'm not, but I feel the same
I'm not, but I feel ashamed