كلمات I'm Gonna Shoot

And I miss you when you're gone He leaves me with a box of pearls Kissing pearls with no mouths Conceived in a birdcage, she grows The apple of her father's eye Swimming in a fountain of milk Built from bricks at the heart of thickness I can feel her Fingers spread To the beat of a kick drum She will be beautiful and we already know her name She will be beautiful and we already know her name She will be beautiful and we already know her name I've already laid eyes on the apparition of my daughter She's got that touch of you that makes her glow Softest harmony, sung aloud And she will be beautiful Our choir girl Venora (taste me, embrace me, our choir girl) Venora (taste me, embrace me, our choir girl) Our choir girl Mother nature's got craftsmanship While producing ghostly fruits She crept around the woodwork gracefully speechless