Aunt Ange - Black Funeral Dress | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Aunt Ange
• Black Funeral Dress

Burn the fire
Under the tree
A ritual of witches

Dance through the night
A perfect moon
I'll be dancing soon

(Da da dadum da da)
Black Funeral Dress

Sometimes I feel
I'm the ugly
In your collection of Dolls

Sometimes I feel
You might really love me
Love me
I know that's to much
to ask...

Black liquorice lungs

Tobacco slaves bring
Tobacco graves
To everything a Curse
but the...

...the pain I save.

Aunt Ange еще тексты