Black Silk

Tokyo Savannah

Compositor: Não Disponível

Felt the shift at 23
Two eyes confessed that she
Was seeking authenticity
To tease me
Her own voice being the boss
When the sissors took que shame away
Starring at herself all over the floor
Ripping away those innocent days
She’s got the taste of it all
To cut that black silk hair
She’s got the taste of it all
To cut that black silk hair
She’s got the taste of it all
To cut that black silk hair
Where it don’t belong
It won’t get any longer
Where it don’t belong
It won’t get any longer
Felt the shift at 23
Two eyes confessed that she
Was seeking authenticity
To tease me