Larkin Grimm
Entrance
This feeling feels likeAngry black cloudsAnd his voice is like a thunderstormI will find himAnywhere he wants me toI will sing for himIn a cloud of New York citiesHe's a good oneHe's a good oneHe's legs are like climbing vinesBut his arms are like the treeHis fingers are willing entwined with music made of leavesHe's got to be a good oneGood oneHe's got to be a good one
From Letras Mania