Years from now, They will make water from the reservoirs of our idiot tempers. Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. Through and through. Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter, as he walked from room to room saying"Women are winning the tournament of hearts. Somebody's got to lose... " Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. Through and through. Soon enough.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
