Awoke alone, put on my coat, ran for the door Down the stairs, and made it to the second floor Stopped by the squeaky wheel, a smiling swine Stunned by the sight and fearing whats behind "Hey there" he pleasently began "Good day" he telescoped his hand "Is there a service I can possibly propose?" "Ms leading seems to me to be a proper butterfly" "Then I suggest you pack your bags and learn to drive!" Tucked in my shirt, and finally made my way outside He broke the scene, a machiavelian dandelion Blissfully plucked from the bloom of another
But all the while She was still fresh in my mind And though this might be premature But ambition strikes just when the mood is right The mood is rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
