Woorden:
Bright Eyes A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction

And you find yourself on a velvet couch Tasting the skin of a foreign girl Her eyes are black and wet like oil And she ties your hands with a string

you find yourself on a velvet couch, tasting the skin of a foreign girl. Her eyes are black and wet like oil, and she ties your hands with a string of

you find yourself on a velvet couch, tasting the skin of a foreign girl. Her eyes are black and wet like oil, and she ties your hands with a string of