Polica - The Maker lyrics

Maker of the lips I kiss Maker of the life I miss There's the boss who draws the gun White balloon the setting sun No, I can't roll 'cause I'm too lonely Oh my God, why won't you hold me He won't love me like that He won't love me like that Maker of the lips I kiss Maker of the life I miss There's a boss who draws the gun White balloon the setting sun No, I can't roll 'cause I'm too lonely Oh my God, why won't you hold me He won't love me like that He won't love me like that He won't love me like that No, I can't roll 'cause I'm too lonely Oh my God, why won't you hold me He won't love me like that He won't love me like that He won't love me He won't love me like that