blues

And the music sounds,
and the feeling grow,
open your hearth to the rhythm now,
feel like your are wise,
sing us a nice song,
and don't tell me that, you are getting old...

Feel me tonight broke, in my space at home,
invade my mouth with your slippering tongue,
I'm not a mouse,
but I'm getting tired,
and I want a young serpent, to eat me all.

Don't look back, I'm all right ,
it's just to hard to play, to play around,
to play around,
to play around
with you...
with you....
with you....

And the music stop,
and the felling grow,
and I'm looking for the mystery of...being,
of....being...

for luck I found that you are a mystery,
and I,
and I,
your,
prey.