This mother's den is running opened Where I get judgement from a laughing shill
This author's pen is breaking upwards No way to play it like I don't want you
The situation calls for earnest But I imagine it'd be complex In little time when I fault patience From the corners where you don't expect
Throw it away in the night I forfeit fate Then let him promise that he may as well have it You'll get the nation to come back out The kind of shame I'm taught to bearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.