She likes it hot
she likes a tan
she steals my infra fed when I'm gone
oh no can it be
we're heading for a heatwave
Her legs are brown
a trace of rust
she's in love with a MKII deluxe
oh no can it be we're heading for a heatwave
Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled
she browns herself in a sea of olive oil
and I come around and she's relaxing
in the conservatory
1 | Pandora |
2 | Heal |
3 | Lament |
4 | Naked |
5 | Delirium |
6 | As The Silence Fades |
7 | Complicity |
8 | Jyhad |
9 | Numb |
10 | Deadauthor |