Paroles de The Art Of Fitting

It's getting colder every minute in my skull Your vodka's striking ice on fire The smoke of my pipe keeps you under the spell We're both aromatically perfumed And we're cool that we're so damn fool We're rolling from the bar to the hotel Driving slow because the snow can make us crash Well the car stopped and broke down So we'll take a rest now Everything fits perfectly This is true love Just as pure as we can make it Your eyes, your eyes Keep reminding me Haunting It's getting warmer every minute in my skull Your body's striking mine on fire The smell of your skin keeps me under the spell You're so aromatically perfumed This is true love Just as pure as we can make it Your eyes, your eyes Keep reminding me Haunting Changing slowly Changing slowly And your words begin to annoy me We just can't stay next to each other This is the end, you see Everything fits perfectly This is true love Just as pure as we can make it Your eyes, your eyes Keep reminding me Haunting