This is how Epic I want my man to be (how I want myself to be). How I want my life to be. How I look forward to live on. How I want my daily breakfast to be. No bitter taste, just sweetness. I want to kiss the forehead of the realness. I want to touch gold. My mom told me last night that "La vie est une putain." I know it can be; but I don't want to build a house made-up with rotten-wooded stairs. I want to inhale fantasy; Will do. I'v touched my ebony/Ivory playground lately. I'v always said that I couldn't expect redemption if I didn't chase the old demons. I'm expecting a cover of Little bit and Blood Bank. Fusion of the two artists that inspired me the most since a year.
"That secret that we know,
That we don't know how to tell,
I'm in love with your honor,
I'm in love with your cheeks,
what's that noise up the stairs baby,
Is that Christmas morning."
"That secret that we know,
That we don't know how to tell,
I'm in love with your honor,
I'm in love with your cheeks,
what's that noise up the stairs baby,
Is that Christmas morning."
je me suis longtemps questionné sur les paroles de cette chanson, pour en conclure qu'il est amoureux de la copine de son frère et qu'elle est enceinte de lui. ça semble tiré par les cheveux, mais...
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