Lotte Kestner

crush the bird
if i make allowancesi'm fine with separate, and see-how-it-isunderstoodif you think it's gooddo they make flowers for thiswhat color means you don't care how she livesi'd expect just a little bit.me, i wouldn't trademe, i wouldn't trade for what you're made oflover becomes secretive"don't aski won't tellwe'll see how it is"understoodif you say it's gooddo they make flowers for thiswhat color means you don't care how she isi'd expect just a little bit.me, i wouldn't trademe, i wouldn't trade for what you're made ofdid i try too hard lovingcrush the bird you're holdingme, i wouldn't trademe, i wouldn't trade for what you're made of compasseswhat i want sometimes is a roof somewherethe same one each time, like a real womanSongtextehome, to be hometo be homelike a black sea turtle swimming backsailors who sail without compassesright, to be rightto be rightif the stars stick why can't i Aus Songtexte Mania