Alice Cooper Sick Things текст песни, слова песни Sick Things Alice Cooper
Alice Cooper - Sick Things
Sick things ,my things, my pets, my things
I love you
Things, I see as much as you love me, you things are heavently when you come worship me
You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight
You tell me where to bite, you whet my appetite
I eat my things
What love it brings
Come here, my things
Комментарии