Texty:
Girl In A Coma Consider

start to figure them out i am going nowhere sulking in days i now laugh over but now we know just were they go when there crawling alone searching for a

do me New York to L.A. say what I play So catch a runaway smooth like a Billie Holiday You couldn't bag me, boy, with a hefty Train like Rocky but still

I used to get you wet when I hit it too hard I can taste you on my lips, I even love your aroma Please stay close to me, we'll float into a coma I love

I used to get you wet when I hit it too hard I can taste you on my lips, I even love your aroma Please stay close to me, we'll float into a coma I love