Vārdi:
Babyshambles Through The Looking Glass

In the morning there's a buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies That beg into your eyes Through the looking glass And between your thighs And

In the morning there's a buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies That beg into your eyes Through the looking glass And between your thighs And

In the morning there's a buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies That beg into your eyes Through the looking glass And between your thighs And