And the sun was shining straight I went blind and ran my fingers on his face See I have made him pregnant! Our child will be the Word A new word for the Modern
Yes I have made him pregnant Our child will be the Word A new word for the Modern
When morning comes a-rolling Its silent statement made I lick the word from the tip of his tongue
The new word for love is the new word for the Modern The new word for love is the new word for the Modern
Won't be ashamed of language as if it was my fault Won't be afraid of happiness, won't be afraid at all
Now morning comes a-rolling With that silent statement made And I lick the word from the tip of his tongue
The new word for love is the new word for the Modern The new word for love is the new word for the Modern More from Frida Hyvönen