Don't Make Plans Songtext
von The Silencers

Tell me, tell me, what is true?
Tell me, tell me, who are you?
It′s been a world with a velvet wire
A strange case of dark desire
You spanked me from the start
You got it down like a fine, fine art
Oh me, I'm coming on strong
I leave the secrets on your tongue

I′ve still got your number in my property
I've still got your number
Don't make plans for me


Tell me, tell me, child of night
You were the first that I′d invite
All the others made no sense
Fade to insignificance
You got me from the start
I got it down like a fine, fine art
It won′t be right to lose control
I keep the secrets in my soul

I've still got your number in my property
I′ve still got your number
Don't make plans for me
Don′t make plans, baby

Temptation slowed me down
For now
I wanna fly

I've still got your number in my property
I′ve still got your number
I've still got your number in my directory
I've still got your number
Don′t make plans for me
Don′t make plans, baby