45 Degrees
Jason Molina
Still my shame
Long my [??]
Needle shade my hill
Riddle shed your name
Seashell let you, 45 degrees
Sit shell I get 45 degrees
Can I play with
Can I play with your mane?
Sleeping wartime, 45 degrees
[??] like the skin
Breed half your eyes
Will it rain half your eyes
Will I have a ride?
She's bottom, 45 fits
Sleeping wartime, 45 degrees
Can I play with
Can I play with your mane?
Can I play with
Can I play with your mane?