Mayfly on a Sunday afternoon

Can´t you see i´m not a Rolling Stone But a mountain of fortress I already know We´ll never be wheels of fire Running down the road Because this wheel will never explode Can´t you see? This is not about finding someone like you Because there is only a few It´s about finding someone better than you Because they are many If your memory serves you well -x-

It was hot and warm It burned inside my lips It burned in my sex It burned inside my body All the pleasures I once had In a foreign country The way he felt and touched me His body His accent Oh his accent So erotic So exotic And they say it´s small But how can it be? It´s actually much bigger and thicker Than what I had seen Underneath the kilt -x-