Album by Bree Sharp
Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Bree Sharp, Radios, TV shows Fill my holes with your goodies I sold my
By Bree Sharp, A cheap and evil girl sets out on the city She's
By Bree Sharp, It's Sunday night, I am curled up in my room The
By Bree Sharp, Lucy is gazing, out into space She has starry eyes, starry
By Bree Sharp, The leather boots I was born in Are tattered, torn out
By Bree Sharp, My head is heavy and bent like a crane The
By Bree Sharp, In this concrete jungle void of charms With the take-out,
By Bree Sharp, I stutter like a broken clutch When you touch me too
By Bree Sharp, Solitary girl I have been Living in a cell made of
By Bree Sharp, You put your face in front of mine All but hiding
By Bree Sharp, The moon is pulling at me, The moon is pulling