paroles de chanson Howling - Radio Version - Ry , Frank Wiedemann

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 howlinggolden siren / under exposing
Come lay your