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
Years from now, they will make water from The reservoirs of our idiot tempers
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 Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
