Текст и слова песни Myers Billie – First Time
The first time we made love
In your mother's unmade bed,
I felt nothing but feeling
I noticed nothing but you
The last time we made time
To make love in our own bed
I felt nothing
But I noticed the ceiling needed painting
Is that the law of diminishing returns?
In your mother's unmade bed,
I felt nothing but feeling
I noticed nothing but you
The last time we made time
To make love in our own bed
I felt nothing
But I noticed the ceiling needed painting
Is that the law of diminishing returns?
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