You don't follow me now, ribbons in hair searching for answers when there's none there. Then follow me round, up my stair into my bedroom if I'm in there
Prevod: Black. Sixteens.
I can sense it all around me Somethin' in this room It ain't magic nor no witchcraft No bitch on no broom Look see his bones are gone He done left the
girl, I could see you comin' for a country mile You bes' put a bridle on and bridle on that tongue Save your breath for breathin' girl, I'm talkin' from black
