Slow
Damien Rice
She, she comes out so slow, but I lie, So I wait like a dog by her side... She drops down so low, and I try, But I fail, and she cries like a little child... And she fucks off to france, with a boy... Our dance is almost over...
She, she comes out so slow, but I lie, So I wait like a dog by her side... She drops down so low, and I try, But I fail, and she cries like a little child... And she fucks off to france, with a boy... Our dance is almost over...