I stole all her letters I stole all those poems They belong to a girl I used to know There's still music On Queen Street Where all the young girls go I would rather be down there Than to read these notes I praise all these soft Summer girls They take me away From the one I used to know By the light of the kitchen I've been reading your notes I didn't notice I had forgotten The sound of your voice
Are you still the same girl I used to know? Do you still wake up early To write your poems? I praise all these soft Summer girls They take me away From the one I used to know I praise all these soft Summer girls All that's left now Are summer girlsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
