Bowser کے بول

Love in space and time, there's no more feeling, Automatic lover, cold and unappealing, Longing to be touched, loging for a kiss, Whisper words of love, tell me that you miss. Nothing to caress not a hand to hold, I don't need the touch, Cause his body's cold, He's programmed to receive, automatic satisfaction, After love is done, where's the true reaction. See me, feel me, hear me, love me, touch me See me, feel me, hear me, love me, See me, feel me, hear me, love me, touch me See me, feel me, hear me, love me...