Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armour of drunken lust I think when our clothes were on We had a different image of what this was supposed
I threw a thin layer of rubber And a thick rusted armor Of drunken lust I think when our clothes were on We had a different image of what This was supposed
Traduction: The Honorary Title. Couche mince.
: Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armour of drunken lust I think when our clothes were on We had a different image of what this was
