I cut his hair myself one night. A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light. He told that I’d done all right and kissed me until the morning light, the morning light. And he kissed me until the morning light.
I cut his hair myself one night. A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light. He told that I’d done all right and kissed me until the morning light, the morning light. And he kissed me until the morning light.
