Each is not my love, moan I for what I make up hundreds so I know how to make love There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved Started to see him, 'till when I married him
To yearn admits you're outside to me Grow up
I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more And I have been so naive All move and try he knew not And your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelings
To yearn admits you're outside to me Grow upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
