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If only i could slip into another skin, if only i could stop myself from watching every move
I m sure your first desire is to blend, how i envy what you can become
But you can choose the kind of messages that you send, if only i could melt like ice in summer heat, but you can choose the kind of messages that you send
I m sure your first desire is to blend, if only i could slip into another skin
If only i could lick your salty sweat and get away, if only i could slip into another skin, how i envy what you can become
I m sure your first desire is to blend, how i envy what you can become Billy, the colours end in your tongue
if only i could lick your salty sweat and get away
If only i could melt like ice in summer heat, if only i could touch your skin so dry and smooth, if only i could lick your salty sweat and get away
if only you would let the water drip onto your feet
If only i could lick your salty sweat and get away, but you can choose the kind of messages that you send
How i envy what you can become, if only i could know the colour to display, if only i could slip into another skin
An indecise struggle to define, if only i can change upon a simple whim
If only i could stop myself from watching every move, if only i could touch your skin so dry and smooth Billy, if only i could touch your skin so dry and smooth
If only i could melt like ice in summer heat, if only i could stop myself from watching every move
the middle ground is very seldom won
The middle ground is very seldom won, if only i could lick your salty sweat and get away
If only i could stop myself from watching every move, but you can choose the kind of messages that you send, the middle ground is very seldom won
If only i was born to speak your native tongue, the colours end in your tongue Chameleon, but you can choose the kind of messages that you send
The middle ground is very seldom won, how i envy what you can become
I m sure your first desire is to blend, if only i could know the colour to display
if only i could stop myself from watching every move
The colours end in your tongue, if only i could slip into another skin, an empty head reavealed another open mind
The middle ground is very seldom won, but you can choose the kind of messages that you send
If only i could know the colour to display, if only i was born to speak your native tongue Sheehan, if only i could touch your skin so dry and smooth
The colours end in your tongue, if only you would let the water drip onto your feet, if only i can change upon a simple whim
An empty head reavealed another open mind, if only i could slip into another skin
an indecise struggle to define
But you can choose the kind of messages that you send, if only i could slip into another skin Sheehan, if only i could melt like ice in summer heat
the middle ground is very seldom won
if only i could lick your salty sweat and get away
If only i can change upon a simple whim, but you can choose the kind of messages that you send, an indecise struggle to define
If only i could know the colour to display, it ends up overcooked or underdone Chameleon, but you can choose the kind of messages that you send
if only i can change upon a simple whim
If only i could slip into another skin, but you can choose the kind of messages that you send
how i envy what you can become
I m sure your first desire is to blend, an empty head reavealed another open mind
If only you would let the water drip onto your feet, if only i can breed the
if only i could lick your salty sweat and get away
if only i could touch your skin so dry and smooth