“You can’t love her.” They say.
“It’s a sin.”
If only they know her story
How the world turns slowly
If only they knew how soft she is
And if loving her is a sin…
Then I’ll gladly have a seat at the devil’s party.
“You can’t love her.” They say.
“It’s a sin.”
If only they know her story
How the world turns slowly
If only they knew how soft she is
And if loving her is a sin…
Then I’ll gladly have a seat at the devil’s party.