Hunter
Anna Calvi
|| | | | (x2) || I dress myself in leather With flowers in my hair The red light of the window Nothing can compare One more ta__ste One more time One more time I open the door wi____de I wanted to survive No_thing la_____sts No_thing la_____sts The bodies and the rhythm And flowers in my hair The red light on the leather Nothing will compare || | | | || And now I want to play Now I want to taste Now I want to play Now I want to play One more ta__ste One more time One more time I open the door wi____de I wanted to survive No_thing la_____sts No_thing la_____sts No_thing la_____sts | | | | |