There's a house down Willow Lane. Just a simple sea-side shack. Through the wind and pourin' rain. She wants you black There's a portal on the door. In the evening, comes a draft. From the life
. Hey, read my lips somehow. You should tell me the truth. Don't lie, no lies. Step close to what's fantasized. Yeah, it's time to go off site, smoke sprite. Take on my knees. Stuck with you in your
There's a house down Willow Lane. Just a simple sea-side shack. Through the wind and pourin' rain. She wants you black There's a portal on the door. In the evening, comes a draft. From the life