Maria Mena - Your Glasses Lyrics
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Your Glasses
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What Are The Lyrics For Your Glasses By Maria Mena?
What could you possibly see in me
is my soul hung out to dry I think my dysfunctional family has shaped it throughout my life what could you possibly like in me do you like my ability to bend I think my fear of intimacy has shaped the time we spend its not you its me its not us its them and its not her its just the way she moves you and she kisses harder than me well she kisses harder than me And I've always looked in through your glasses but all i could see is the spector of me reflected the empty shell of me(x2) what could you possibly love in me is it the way i wear my smile it hangs from the tip of my tonge you see oh this might take a while and its not you its me and its not us, its them and its not her its just the way she moves you and she kisses harder than me well she kisses harder than me And I've always looked in through your glasses but all i could see is the spector of me reflected the empty shell of me(x2) And I've always looked in through your glasses but all i could see is the spector of me reflected the empty shell of me(x2) And I've always looked in through your glasses but all i could see is the spector of me reflected the empty shell of me(x2) |
Who Wrote Your Glasses By Maria Mena?
Maria Mena, Arvid Solvang
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What's The Duration Of The Your Glasses By Maria Mena?The duration of Your Glasses is 4:02 minutes and seconds. |
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