IN THE FICTION PRESS

 

Take my heat - well

I love guess

You wanna

Calling by the summer

In your fiction press

Tonight tonight

 

Nobody close there

You're here and nowhere

But you know this life

So why

(Want my hand)

 

No life and no cry

She's more when she's mine

This dream of your life

So fast

(Want my hand)

 

I will take your loving

You must get it right

I want make a fortune

Knowing by my sight

 

You are in your glory

You want looking wild

Let be all my stories

I would cry like a child

 

(Catch my falling)

 

 

The TRIAL  / SP  / 1990  / PICTURES  / 1991