Heaven
Heaven


And when you start to feel the rush
A crimson headache, aching blush
And you surrender to the touch , you will know
I can put on a show, I can put on a show
Don't see what you are finding??
This is heaven; it is hiding, oh!...
And when you start to feel the rush
A crimson headache, aching blush
And you surrender to the touch , you will know
I can put on a show, I can put on a show
Don't see what you are finding??
This is heaven; it is hiding, oh!...