Lletres: As Tall As Lions. Blood And Aphorisms. A Fighting Word.

When sunday is over let me love you
we'd take our clothes off in my bed
i would rob your body, with my body
though you lied to me instead

you just rolled me over

and all i'm feeling are your soft lips
and all i'm breathing is your air
and how i want to end this cold war
can i end this cold war?
why go on if you're still scared of what i'm not scared of

you just rolled me over

i'm not leaving until you're sorry
you're far away
one floor away
and i'm not going until it's over
you're far away
one floor away

when i do what you do then you can roll me over