Blossom Toes What's It For
50 please. Fine with me, but was it just slipped you
mind.
Well yes but this is electrically a cockpit, well.
technically speaking-Oh!
What's it for this need for loving
That once more is whispering unlock the door and let
someone come through
To find the simple love I leave you behind In loving
I'm sure of quite what is true left that wont go I tell
myself what's it for
I answer and close the door I answer why do I question
her every thought and make
What's it for
The mere existence of a door is
something to be grateful for And after all what can I do
but hope wat I call love is true
As I feel now no asking questions this time
As I feel now I wonder how, What's it for
Existence, an open door's resistance
So I don't question her on the love I make
(Repeat entire last paragraph one more time)
