Pet Hardy - Tom Is Made Of Wool

My Evening

My evening, lost sister, my colleague
They are a ladder, rungs are not include
A chance to cut the fence
In the street, never heard a fly
My mouth is parched and dry
Another pure mere sensation
So don't betray yourself
I'd been sick, thought so too, I'm alive
My skin will get home
May I do the wheel like a peacock

Bring my hands to wash
Fix my face and wash it off
How much fancy in the world
Don't let me down I'm in love
Bring my hands to wash
Fix my face and wash it off
How much fancy in the world
Don't let me down I'm in love

I'm in love

How about you
See the future through the palm of my hand
What a change it makes in a lad
Old timer I'm in a mood for you
How about you
See the future through the palm of my hand
What a change it makes in a lad
Old timer I'm in a mood for you
I'd been sick, thought so too, I'm alive
My skin will get home
May I do the wheel like a peacock

I'm in love

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Writer(s): Enrico Baccarin
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