I know you kill for me, you’ll die for me
I know you like to rip and run the streets
But I get nervous sometimes, baby, I can’t help to think
You might not make it home to eat, I barely sleep
Could you pick up the phone and call me at home?
And let me know you ain’t in some heat
And don’t go crying, you’re grown, you know I’m lookin’ out for you
‘Cause you be lookin’ out for me
Schenja 22
live in germany *russian girl
