كلمات Two

A secret message hidden in your posture tells me That it's over between us, lover I heard it on the microphone That sweetest rancid tinkling of tiara It's not the same as they said When you're left dry Saline is much like your smile Time and place! My best transistor can't fall through The seven fields of four-leafed clover It's not all over! I reconsidered every offer Put to me by all the hoarded lookers It's not the same! When you're left dry Saline is much like your smile Placed right When you're left dry Saline is much like your smile Time and place!