Patricia Lyrics

Patricia

She has
a piano
And her hands dance lustily on the keys
She has
a pen and a paper
And she draws her favourite people and one is me

She wasn't s'posed to be cool
Now I'm her fool
But I don't care
She's given me a passkey
That has led me
to the world of Patricia, Patricia

Patricia, Patricia

Small breasts
curved hip
Dark eyes
Full lipJames Marsters - Patricia - http://motolyrics.com/james-marsters/patricia-lyrics.html
Small hands
Long arms
Touch me,
I'm gone

Now please
Make your own cage
Now she wants out
Now she breaks out

Now I
Sit here and I sigh
'Cause the girl has gone back home to Germany
I can't
Break through
And get to

Patricia, Patricia
Patricia, Patricia

Patricia