Letras de Pleasurehouse
Letras de This is How It Feels
In this house surrounded by palm trees
I've lost the picture from my wallet
The picture's mudded and full of kisses
I tried to bite her, for a perfect passion
She's been on the [...] in a plastic suitcase
So I look around for the red-blue roses
Then I try to see her, in the taste of peaches
I know she's waiting for my summer letters
It's my perfect summer
My perfect summer
Out in the summer, I know I'm a seeker
Watch out the window, I'm sleeping and dreaming
Back of a postcard, I know she's been waiting
I know she's waiting for my summer roses
It's my perfect summer
My perfect summer
It is my perfect summer
My perfect summer [repeat 8]
