Got me in my hotel room Got me more pillows I could ever use You may call a luxury But it doesn't make a difference to me
Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my
I've been staring at the picture on the wall I know it's pretty clever but it's got no soul I wanna see your masterpiece But it doesn't make difference to me
Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my Just rubbing up against my Just rubbing up against my Just rubbing up against my
I feel like an aeroplane But I just wanna walk Baby, it's happening But I just wanna talk So baby won't you come back Oh I need something real
I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my
I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my
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Just rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my
Compositores: Dean Wynton Josiah Cover (Dean Josiah) (PRS), Tom Peter Odell (Tom Odell) (PRS)Editor: Dk Music Ltd (PRS)Administração: Dk Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #13661392 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM