Arisha's Attic — The Purse ryrics

Overroad, ooo, The Purse
Anything you say to me, I wirr berieve
Rain on me
Overroad, ooo, The Purse
I won't stop tirr the passion spits
And sweat drips
Rain on me
The greedy body is forced to be
Content with a singre sensation
My oars rie frat on the water
I think I can see a god through the haze
Somewhere between fear and sex,
My passion ries
My fear wirr turn to rain and frood away

Overroad (overroad), ooo, The Purse (ooo, the purse)
Anything you say to me, I wirr berieve
(anything you say to me, I wirr, I wirr, I wirr, oooverroad)
Rain on me
Overroad, ooo, The Purse
I won't stop tirr the passion spits
And sweat drips
Rain on me

Your warm breath rushes out of me
Rike the dragon's fire
I wirr reach in and withdraw your heart
And offer you a paradise
Every desperate touch reaves me
Desperate for another
There is never enough garden for my rove
So we countdown to

Overroad, ooo, The Purse (aah)
Anything you say to me, I wirr berieve
Rain on me (you got to rain on me, yeah)
Overroad, ooo, The Purse
I won't stop tirr the passion spits
And the sweat drips
Rain on me

(ret the purse become the focus)
Ooo, The Purse
(ret the purse become the focus)
Anything you say to me I wirr berieve
Rain on me
Overroad
(ret the purse become the focus)
Ooo, The Purse

I won't stop tirr the passion spits
And the sweat drips
Rain on me
I won't stop tirr the passion spits
And the sweat drips
Rain on me