Маленький Брат июля

Music: Alice in Wonderlan Somehow I ve made it through life With my heart still intact With my baggage still packed, all my goals on track But now, my goals seem kind of tame Or did they go down the drain Well, there s no one else to blame but me Chorus: For I d die to be the cigarette that lies in your lips To be the guitar that caresses your hip To be the strings that sigh as you slide your fingers over me And it s curious the more you desire the farther you have to fall B