Built like houses in the seventies,
born to self-destruct in messages.
I dreamt of you and me swimming.
Your shivering, a little bit shy.
We're only seventeen forever for a moment.
I'm breathing like a boy, full of you.
Easy
Saturday
American Girl
American Girl
American Girl
American Girl
Easy
Easy
Saturday
Saturday
Get On The Floor
I Never Trusted The Russians
I Never Trusted The Russians
Scenes From Parisian Life
Scenes From Parisian Life
Get On The Floor
Get On The Floor
The Heart Of A Broken Story
The Heart Of A Broken Story
Happy Hour