your feet Mercy, when the gray turns to black And the waves on my back, you make me smile Mercy, is the trauma no martyr You crush into pleasure and downtown Mercy
feet Mercy... when the grey turns to black and the wave's on my back, you make me smile Mercy... Is the trauma no martyr you crush into pleasure and downtown Mercy
Fordítás: IAMX. Irgalom.
Mercy... when the grey turns to black and the wave's on my back, you make me smile Mercy... Is the trauma no martyr you crush into pleasure and downtown Mercy
Mercy - when I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me Mercy - I'm frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me Mercy
