(Frank Wiedemann Feat. Ry Cuming - Howling)
hot night coming
keep the car running
lavender fingers
swallow my pollen
gold I swam into your spell
on the rite of god we fell
you were plush and I laid bare
you had me howling
cold I fell into your skin
on the night you led me under your sin
you had me howling
you had me howling
golden siren
under exposing
come lay your weakness down
on the floor in the backseat
Beijinhos, It's Only Decoy.
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