When you hear sweet syncopation. And the music softly moans, T'ain't no sin to take off your skin. And dance around in your bones.. ...her hair was as black as a bucket of tar... skin was as white as a cuttlefish bone |
When you hear sweet syncopation. And the music softly moans, T'ain't no sin to take off your skin. And dance around in your bones.. ...her hair was as black as a bucket of tar... skin was as white as a cuttlefish bone |
