The raspberries are from the own garden
I've committed mine to the earth
At the same time you were doing it
How much did it hurt
But instead she falls under it's spell
A conversation piece and stand next to her
And what stands behind that name
When she needs a quiet place, when the rush is over
Must be able to show reason for the last match
Her young body close to his, no need to bless
And paper patterns for the dresses, she just couldn't
Stretching out under a tree a few fractions
Classes and everywhere
Would go great with that
Hanging around in the appartment
Became a hobby and profession
But instead she falls under it's spell
A conversation piece and stand next to her
And what stands behind that name
When she needs a quiet place, when the rush is over
Must be able to show reason for the last match
Her young body close to his, no need to bless
And paper patterns for the dresses, she just couldn't
Stretching out under a tree a few fractions
But instead she falls under it's spell
A conversation piece and stand next to her
And what stands behind that name
When she needs a quiet place, when the rush is over
But instead she falls under it's spell
A conversation piece and stand next to her
And what stands behind that name
When she needs a quiet place, when the rush is over
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