Pure Chemistry کے بول

White pin, your skin remember a Company, a song I couldn’t write Lipstick, you’re colder, you’re a sight Pure chemistry, marry ain’t night Faded into your fog Lost into folding marks Topic is still open Still wanna taste your cake I'm not giving you up tonight Swear that I would take you like a thousand songs I might not be saint don’t take it really long Didn’t felt your lovely rise Wanting touch you now feels kinda wrong Every speech is like a tentacion Giving you up tonight Swear that I would take you like a thousand songs I might not be saint don’t take it really long Didn’t felt your lovely rise Wanting touch you now feels kinda wrong Every speech is like a tentacion Scary carrying the truth Bloody marry I can’t have a clue Swear that I tried to look for you Swear that you never made me blue Solving between your fog Papers that felt apart Holding me more again Still didn’t tasted your cake I'm not giving you up tonight Swear that I would take you like a thousand songs I might not be saint don’t take it really long Didn’t felt your lovely rise Wanting touch you now feels kinda wrong Every speech is like a tentacion Giving you up tonight Swear that I would take you like a thousand songs I might not be saint don’t take it really long Didn’t felt your lovely rise Wanting touch you now feels kinda wrong Every speech is like a tentacion