Woorden: Stone Temple Pilots. Purple. Still Remains.

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our bed we live, our bed we sleep
making love and I become you -
flesh is warm with naked feet
stabbing thorns and you become meat
oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you.
she holds my hand we share a laugh,
slipping orange blossom breezes -
love is still and sweat remains
a cherished gift unselfish feeling...
oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you.
she tells me things, I listen well
drink the wine and save the water -
skin is smooth, I steal a glance
dragon flies 'er' gliding over...
oh, I'll beg for you - you know I'll beg for you

pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave
if you should die before me -
ask if you can bring a friend
pick a flower, hold your breath
and drift away...