Smeared all over
With the gunpowder of love
My heart these days
Smells like a box of fireworks
About to go off!
How wild is his touch?
I already feel like napalm lighting up
In every fold and freckle
My body, another war zone!
Smeared all over
With the gunpowder of love
My heart these days
Smells like a box of fireworks
About to go off!
How wild is his touch?
I already feel like napalm lighting up
In every fold and freckle
My body, another war zone!