Angel کے بول

I'm looking to you I hope more And junk in my heart will be I wanna stretch my skin around you Let you stretch yourself But I stop your hands each time I stop your hands each time each times three And save you each time and save you Angel falls to save your skin She falls under And she carries him with her And save you It was a good night if she got up When she fell down And she found herself in bed alone Spastically romantic and we look for something weirder Don't hate our bodies so bad I'm looking to you I hope more And junk in my pelvic bones will be Each time each times three And save you each time and save you Angel falls to save your skin She falls under And she carries him with her And save you