Krista Papista - Private link to my heart

Kishore Kumar Hits — Krista Papista - Private link to my heart lyrics

Artist: Krista Papista

album: Fucklore

And how you travelled with your work,
And I just travelled with your money,
I remember you crying like a desperate whore in my arms
And how the new city loved my cum but it didn't love you,
She rolled down the black-forest hill, where a school sat still,
And her heartache struck like a bell under water_
Aw baby anything could happen between us, especially nothing.
I try to prove myself to you- what the fuck I'm I doing?
I remember when you wanted to light yourself up on stage,
It was art project, I hated all your art projects.
You were smart though and you gave good head,
She was smart though and she gave good head.
I'm sorry; was that our favourite word?
Bitch I don't know what to say,
Bitch I don't know what to say.

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