The Wind-Sexepil

The Wind - Sexepil Written by：Mick Witkamp/László Viktor/Kocsis Tamás/Vangel Tibor/Mick Ness A soft smell running in this town This coffee You gotta hear this sound I pray for They say a bum I need underneath the table there is my glass is empty As if never falls some days Drippin down As I tell myself To the god side I think the things just ghost me He carress me or is it you I want to see your face Again tonight but I'm afraid to do Again and lie I wanna dance We don't moving What is still the problem Some to know Plan to give you flowers Special friend Dance we don't moving I wanna see his face Again tonight but I'm afraid to do Again and lie I wanna dance We don't moving What is still the problem Some to know Plan to give you flowers Special friend Dance we don't moving