Every day I see you looking in I'll be the smoothest thing to touch your skin You're longing to be loved but you're alone And your longing makes you shiver
golden gun. Lurking in some darkened doorway, Or crouched on a roof top somewhere, In the next room, or this very one The man with the golden gun
with the golden gun. Lurking in some darkened doorway, Or crouched on a roof top somewhere, In the next room, or this very one The man with the golden gun
Překlad: Torrini, Emiliana. Muž se zlatou zbraní.
Překlad: Torrini, Emiliana. Pistole.
: Every day I see you looking in I'll be the smoothest thing to touch your skin You're longing to be loved but you're alone And your longing makes you
the golden gun. Lurking in some darkened doorway, Or crouched on a roof top somewhere, In the next room, or this very one The man with the golden gun
Every day I see you looking in I'll be the smoothest thing to touch your skin You're longing to be loved but you're alone And your longing makes you
