Texty:
Reed Lou Perfect Night Live In London

I think you're, oh, so beautiful I think you're so kind And I think I would miss you If you disappear into the divine And I think of an apple core When

views And get rid of those people who are always on a down It's easy enough to tell what is wrong But that's not what I want to hear all night long Some

with buttons you could push Containing looks and sights, your touch Your feel, your breath, your sounds, your sighs How much I'd [Incomprehensible] to ask it why One must live

Why do you talk, why do you waste time Saying the same old thing, it should be a crime You never listen, instead you stammer As though you're interesting