My shyness, pet her flow.
Nirvana
Более чем когда-нибудь обязан я уважать себя — унизиться перед правительством была бы глупость.
My girl, my girl, where will ya go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
In the pines, the pines,
The sun, the shine,
I'll shiver the whole night through.
I love you for what I am not.
I do not want what I have got.
A blanket acne'ed with cigarette burns -
Speak at once while taking turns...
What is wrong with me?
What is what I need?
What is wrong with me?
What do I think I think?..
I am my own parasite,
I don't need a host to live.
We feed off of each other,
We can share our endorphins.
Now you know, I'm needy.
Lay them down easy.
Talk to me
In your own language, please.