And all my fingers ran off And I just couldn't follow them Your eyelash was an island And your eyes were someone's friend
Oh could that have been, ooh Well I hardly was a real sweet thing Now when my smells grew some new smells And I just couldn't smell them all I smell my sister in the winter And my father in the fall Cross and then snow, ooh A tired moan, oohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.