me thin Well, it's hard to ingest so many faces I get my fill but still those passersby Leave me empty on a diet of strange places It all should enhance
(K.D. Lang) Starving, I've got this hunger Growing from deep within Carving an internal thunder Oh a craving that wears me thin Well, it's hard to ingest
Fordítás: KD Lang. Diéta furcsa helyek.
(K.D. Lang) Starving, I've got this hunger Growing from deep within Carving an internal thunder Oh a craving that wears me thin Well, it's hard to
