Letras
Her gaze, swept over me now.
A slow hot wind.
Some days, it's too warm to fight.
a slow hot wind.
and there in the shade like a cool drink waiting, she sat with slow fire in her eyes just waiting.
some days, it's too warm to fight.
slow hot wind.
and there in the shade, like a cool drink waiting, she sat with slow fire in her eyes just waiting.
some days, it's too warm to fight
slow hot wind
well, well, well
slow hot wind