a blue rose on your skin I remember London snob and blonde with a touch of madness
say about you ... it seems that we're
you soon warm up and then everything else you do not ever tie
but if I were you I bind my
with a string to the heart that hurts you when you leave.
I write it on your skin I'll I like you because you are like six
with the blue rose tattoo
that is your courage and your extra resource.
And I will tell me about her, but who cares
but it was going to go so
and I do not even realize that means I love you
that opened most of the rose on your Breast
a blue rose that does not go away sweet and a little 'twisted like a little' different is your imagination
a blue rose as there is
a rare thing but I am Tonight I ask you that.
I skin I
I'll write the love in the car there is no magic
a tattoo because it goes where you go
the sea or where you can escape if on.
And I tell you about her, but who cares
but it was going to go so
and I do not even notice that I said I love you
when you open the sen or your blue rose.
I'll write the love in the car there is no magic
a tattoo because it goes where you go
the sea or where you can escape if on.
And I tell you about her, but who cares
but it was going to go so
and I do not even notice that I said I love you
when you open the sen or your blue rose.
If I bind my will ... but a snare to the heart are not there
the sea or where you were there I fancy your blue rose
sweet and a bit 'perverse is your imagination.
But a blue rose on my skin
I realize now, step by step
not go away.
the sea or where you were there I fancy your blue rose
sweet and a bit 'perverse is your imagination.
But a blue rose on my skin
I realize now, step by step
not go away.
Michele Zarillo .. and Leilaluna 
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