Death is her boyfriend She spits on summers and smiles to the night She collects crowns made of black roses But her heart is made of bubble gum
Graveyard girl
Dark rags and red stars She's the dirty witch of her high school She worships Satan like a father But dreams of a sister like Molly Ringwald
"I'm gonna jump the walls and run I wonder if they'll miss me? I won't miss them The cemetery is my home I want to be a part of it, Invisible even to the night. Then I'll read poetry to the stones Maybe one day I could be one of them... Wise and silent. Waiting for someone to love me. Waiting for someone to kiss me. I'm fifteen years old And I feel it's already too late to live. Don't you?"
I can't help my love For Graveyard Girl.
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Смерть ее возлюбленный, Она плюет на лето и улыбается ночи, Она собирает венки, сделанные из черных роз.. Но ее сердце сделано из жевательной резинки.
Девочка кладбища
Темные тряпки и красные звезды, Она - грязная ведьма своей средней школы.. Она поклоняется Сатане как отец, Но мечтает о сестре как Молли Рингвалд
"Я собираюсь перепрыгнуть стены и бежать, Интересно, будут ли они скучать по мне? Я не хочу скучать по ним Кладбище - мой дом! Я хочу быть его частью, Невидимой даже для ночи. Тогда я прочитаю поэзию камням Возможно однажды я смогу стать одним из них... Мудрой и молчаливой. Ожидая чей-то любви.. Ожидая чьего-нибудь поцелуя.. Мне пятнадцать лет, И я чувствую, что уже слишком поздно жить. Не так ли?"
Я не могу помочь своей любовью Девочке с Кладбища club22545369 PL77
Graveyard girl
Death is her boyfriend She spits on summers and smiles to the night She collects crowns made of black roses But her heart is made of bubble gum
Graveyard girl
Dark rags and red stars She's the dirty witch of her high school She worships Satan like a father Ring dreams
& quot; i'm gonna jump the walls and run I wonder if they'll miss me? I won't miss them The cemetery is my home I want to be a part of it, Invisible even to the night. Poetry to the stones I could be one of them ... Wise and silent. Waiting for someone to love me. Waiting for someone to kiss me. I'm fifteen years old And I feel it's already too live to live. Don't you? & Quot;
I can't help my love For Graveyard Girl.
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Death her lover She spits on summer and smiles nights She collects wreaths made from black roses .. But her heart is made of chewing gum.
Cemetery girl
Dark rags and red stars, She is the dirty witch of her high school .. She worships Satan as a father, But dreaming of a sister like Molly Ringwald
"I'm going to jump over the walls and run, I wonder if they will miss me? I don't want to miss them Cemetery is my home! I want to be part of it, Invisible even for the night. Then I will read poetry to stones Maybe one day I can be one of them ... Wise and silent. Waiting for someone's love .. Waiting for someone's kiss .. I am fifteen years old, And I feel that it's too late to live. Is not it? & Quot;