Track8

Just a poor man
That meets a poor woman
A man that could do everything for me
Just because
My mouth want taste it
Because my tunnel want it

Even in the eleven heaven
He could to jump and climb
For rescue my head

That’s what he’s my king
What can I say?
He’s my pillow in my bed
My powerful drug
He’s my cigarette that fire me at the midnight

In the sad room
He said me “The end is so near … don’t worry baby”

He’s the taste in my mouth
My big muscle
At the end
He’s just my highway lover

So our story end in the next station
In the next summer station
“The end is so near… don’t worry baby”