Founds total 2 songs
Beastly Bit
When you're just a sickly mess. You're worn and tired and scared to death. Well you, you can come to me. And we can share a disease. And talk and roll around in the debris, yeah.
Battersea Bardot
With your hair so white you could light up the night. Burning out like a shooting star. From the stage to the squeeze. From T.V. to striptease. . I loved you in the back of my car.
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