You know someday I hope I have a great long beard I can tickle the floor with And read the summary of how it took all my thirties to grow it It'd cover me whole and I wouldn't need to wear any clothes around Whiskers to the ground
I grew anxious Flipping through a calendar watching the days of my life collect into years that got thrown into decades I thought of my beard growing down the stairs and out the front door Whiskers to cover the floorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
