Darling,
I'm with St. Bernards and we are scouring the Alps and the Andes
and if they died then it is on my head
they fall like paw prints in the snow to my throne to my bed
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
Sure there are things I could do if I was not prepared to
prove to each other that romance is boring
Start as you mean to continue
Complacent and self-involved
You're trying not to be nervous,
If you were trying at all
I will wait i will wait
i will bake phallic cake
take your diffidence make it my club house
but my strengths within lies
ventricle cauterized
its the way of living that I espouse
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
Sure there are things I could do if I was not prepared to
prove to each other that romance is boring
We are two ships that pass in the night
you and i we are nothing alike
I am a pleasure cruise
You are (?)
Return this emptying fear
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
Sure there are things I could do if I was not prepared to
prove to each other that romance is boring
compositores: GARETH DAVID PAISEY, THOMAS EDWARD BROMLEY
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