O' Cealleigh
O' Cealleigh - 11's songtekst
Je score:
Eleven's tip to toe in joy Oh how I regret, that I'm a boy Dainty gentle, shades of pale Forbidden kingdom for a male Forgiven now that love prevails Oh, how I lose track of time Stroke my sugar cane and again Never tired of feeling the same, Her words clear my sky keep me sane Distract my mind mature it from tame Whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop A thousand years here Would suit me fine Mix my emotions so fine Candy slips like grains of mind Silkworm spins a cocoon Every motion gone too soon Lifeline flows through this dangling thread Stroke my sugar cane and again Never tired of feeling the same, Her words clear my sky Keep me sane Distract my mind mature it from tame Whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop Reaping gifts from edge to inch Begging more always gives Selfish while in perfect peace Sands of time in sheer class Body dissolved in orgasmic mass Lovers sweet beauty carry's me Stroke my sugar cane and again Never tired of feeling the same, Her words clear my sky keep me sane Distract my mind mature it from tame Never empty of passion for you Gently, gently I am coming through