give me one of those soft sweetlagrimas 'cause i felt your pain when your baby was slain and i tossed some roses to perfume his grave oh miss madonna won't you let me underneath yourhalo 'cause it's raining hard raining hardin thisabyss
¶ domingo, abril 03, 2005
Run from the fuzz, the cops, the heat
Pass me your gloves, there’s crime and it’s never complete
Until you snort it up or shoot it down
You’re never gonna feel free