Great Strings - Holger

How sweet it is to be embraced by the air

A hundred ways around your freckles

They look so fine in the sun

To stare at you, to be held by your moves

Bring it on, darling

Burn for me real good

The way you bite your lips

The way you stare at me

The way you lay so fine

I like it when you’re mean

The way you turn me on

The way you touch yourself

I doubt that it would change

The way you make me melt

Barefoot the great day is yet to come

When the truth reveals itself as one

Your shinny hair’s been all over the sun

The youth and the great strings are just everyone

The way you bite your lips

The way you stare at me

The way you lay so fine

I like it when you’re mean

The way you turn me on

The way you touch yourself

I doubt that it would change

The way you make me melt