Touch Her, Feel Her

Not a big mystery, what you see in her.
What you got, it's so hot that she won't let you touch her.
And if you ask, let her bleed, let her empty herself.
And maybe then you'll start to feel her.
Feel her (repeated)
But you can't feel her.
But you can't feel her.
Free her soul so she feeds in you now tell us sneeze, pretty.
And half the light she runs you have to stop the prize.
She watched you drink and you'd income now she won't stand beside you.
If they urithe then you'll start to feel her.
Not a big mystery, what you see in her.
What you got, it's so hot that she won't let you touch her
And if you ask, let her bleed, let her empty herself.
And maybe then you'll start to feel her.
Feel her (repeated)
Oh!
But you can't feel her.
Free her soul so she feeds in you now tell us sneeze, pretty.
And half the light she runs you have to stop the prize.
She watched you drink and you'd income now she won't stand beside you.
If they urithe then you'll start to feel her.
But you can't feel her.



Credits
Writer(s): Maurizio Colella, Christian Beat Hirt
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