In Your Head Testo

Your body turns me on Rotten inside the vanish gleems Old strings are out of tune And from the bottom Up to the neck The head doesn´t swing Olfdashioned thing But I love to play again I love to play it In your head is a room But the key is lost in unknown gloom Inside the wood the many tears That I could hardly see Your sun was blinding Your like a chord with fast release So plase don´t hide behind your band Pretending to be the first violine