I once met a girl who liked to dress in black We walked for hours it seemed she didn't like that day So we painted the whole town grey
The chance is gone
She left the next day I gave her my white shirt And she said: "Don't be strange, it doesn't have to hurt" So i lied, I don't want truth i just want her
The chance is goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.