Illusive
"It's not what you do with your mouth my broken doll; that I ask.
You can leave on your clothes, my broken doll. I do not need them.
Not the heat below your waist; I seek.
Just a bit of tenderness to see if you can cure,
What I'm going through."
You can leave on your clothes, my broken doll. I do not need them.
Not the heat below your waist; I seek.
Just a bit of tenderness to see if you can cure,
What I'm going through."