Krash

Remember, remember, it was Satruday night
All the people had stage fright
New blockbusters came out of my closet
The fight of diamond smiles with colorless soldiers
Baby, if can’t stop falling from your high hills
It’s probably because you don’t have the skills to count
10, 20, 50, 60 men
Your love address on a posted note
Red Lipstick, Red Lipstick, a donation to this world
But confessors still will not make discount
Boys, behind your smiles, I think there is a fraud
Baby, if can’t stop falling from your high hills
It’s probably because you don’t have the skills to count
10, 20, 50, 60 men