Crown (original) Songtext
von Ava Luna

Past the breakout point we wave
Lined up toward the wind, antique
I smirk, I speak

You are a little child, you′re just a little child
But I need a man


I don't boast of my collection, no I don′t boast
And I see the humor in retreat
Yea I see the humor in retreat

But you are a little child, you're just a little child
And I need a man
You're good and you′re kind
But I need a man