Mary Ruth is mine. Lovely as I love her. She would never hide herself with another. And I lost myself in the drying winter cold. Don't know a thing about life but I am in love with your soul. Mary Ruth my light, kicking as I stole her. There behind the shed I made her body older. There had been a storm rolling from the mountain. Now that her back was worn everything came down. She said I lost myself in the drying winter cold. Don't know a thing about life but I'm in love with your soul. Oh my darling wait wait for me to throw out all my sails or brakes till the summer she said.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
