I can sense That he painted you a gushing sunset And slayed angry panthers in your defense And he stands separate and ever deadly Clings onto my throat and
I can sense That he painted you a gushing sunset And slayed Their pink panthers in your defence He stands separate and ever deadly Clings onto my throat and
darling I can sense That he painted you a gushing sunset And slayed Their pink panthers in your defence He stands separate and ever deadly Clings onto my throat and