[PAULETTE] Elle, if a girl like you can't win back her man then there is no hope for the rest of us You go, and you fight for him!
The Irish fear nothing and no one They keep fighting 'til everyone's dead I'm not sure where this metaphor's going I just felt like it had to be said
There's a guy at that party who loves you Something most of us only dream of You go out there and you get some Ireland The country of whiskey and loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
