Слова:
Sense Field Soft

I cannot see how it all relates to me If you want it to Take apart the picture and the end Go ahead now It's hard to get to you (You're so soft) I

of your love The way you feed, glide, breeze across me In the softness of your stare To clarify, you make my Senses naked, my soul bare Sweet pleasure

walking dictionary Some people say I am truly legendary But what I am is simply a black revolutionary I write rhymes on plain stationary Mary, mary, quite contrary Doesn't make sense

was a dream I had This room was in the middle of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the doors and windows remained At the side of the bed were soft

It was a dream I had This room was in the middle of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the doors and windows remained At the side of the bed were soft