Brown Eyes - Sarsa

And I’ve brown eyes, she’s more like dark blue jeans…

She feels like she is now, your favourite perfumed milf

She said: hey let’s have some fun…

we could get higher than anyone

She feels like she is now, your favourite perfumed milf.

But she’s not me!

No you can not get higher than we used to be!

She’s not me!

No, touch her!

yeah, it’s not my body…

You could choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me You could choose me,

choose me,

Now, now you’re dying in front of me…

Now you walk straight holdin' hands,

Feel pain in my chest — that’s okey…

You find her blond and change her eyes… so you can lead your tricked life!

She said: hey let’s have some fun… we can get higher than anyone

She feels like she is now your favourite perfumed milf.

But she’s not me

No!

you can not get higher than we used to be!

Cause she’s not me…

Oh no!

you can touch her!

It’s not my body…

But you could choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me, Choose me, choose me,

now, now you’re dying in front of me!

Remember: I’ve brown eyes, she’s more like dark blue jeans,

She feels like she is now your favourite, your favourite perfumed milf.

But she’s not me!

Oh no, you can not get higher than we used to be…

She’s not me!

Oh.touch her — it’s not my body…

You could choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me yeah

you could choose me, choose me now, now you’re dying in front of me

… you could choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me

Yeah you could choose me, choose me now, now you, you’re dying in front of me

You could choose me.