Teksty: Eighteen Visions. Isola In The Rain.

She held my hand
On a rainy day in Hollywood
Listening to Isola talk
And she let go
On a rainy day in Hollywood listening to Isola talk

She said to me, "Kiss me"
Kiss me kiss me kiss me bitch
Kiss me kiss me
Kiss me you son of a bitch
You son of a bitch kiss me
You son of a bitch kiss me

If you're not gonna ride the rocket
If you're not gonna ride the rocket
If you're not gonna ride the rocket
Then get the fuck off

If you're not gonna ride the rocket
If you're not gonna ride the rocket
then get the fuck off

If you're not gonna ride the rocket
If you're not gonna ride the rocket
Then get the fuck off