I want a perfect bottle One that would fill itself up I knew a perfect model She killed herself, but These things They are just bound to happen I'll sing Just for the sound of clapping
There is a place where we can go Where it will never rain or snow We go outside The weather's perfect all the time
I want a magic pocket All full of gold and silver I had a plastic locket I'd hold if it was still here These things Are stolen lost or broken I'll sing Choking
There is a place where we can go Where it will never rain or snow We go outside The weather's perfect all the timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.