Richard McGraw - Your Lover lyrics
Tell me bout your lover and how good it goes. He must give you some pleasure before to sleep you go. My tears fell like a babys. You held me in your bed. Is this what you call mercy, burying the dead?
Tell me bout your lover and how good it goes. He must give you some pleasure before to sleep you go. My tears fell like a babys. You held me in your bed. Is this what you call mercy, burying the dead?