"Huh?"
"Your ass," he mumbled, voice raspy and hoarse. "I'm on it."
"No, you're not."
"Yeah, I am," he replied, yawning. "If you're on my heart, then I'm on your ass."
"Huh?"
"Your ass," he mumbled, voice raspy and hoarse. "I'm on it."
"No, you're not."
"Yeah, I am," he replied, yawning. "If you're on my heart, then I'm on your ass."
estou sem abrigo
estou sem abrigo
It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you
I don't wanna play no games
I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you
It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you
I don't wanna play no games
I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you