Bottle کے بول

Baby, there's the moon. I'll sing it down if you ask me to. And maybe I'm a fool, but nothing ever felt this good. It's like a bottle to the head. I'm seeing stars, I'm seeing red. I'd taste your mouth in any kiss. Where do you end and I begin? Baby there's the moon. I'll shoot it down if you tell me to. And maybe I'm a fool, but nothing ever felt this good. It's like a bottle to the head. I'm seeing stars, I'm seeing red. I'd taste your mouth in any kiss. Where do you end and I begin? Where I begin . . . Where I begin . . . It's like a bottle to the head. I'm seeing stars, I'm seeing red. I'd taste your mouth in anyone's kiss. Where do you end and I begin? It's like a bottle to the head. Peg the needle in the red! I'd taste your mouth in any kiss. Where do you end and I begin? Baby, there's the moon. I'll sing it down if you tell me to. And maybe I'm a fool, but nothing ever felt this good.