A beggarly, account of empty boxes That is all I own in this world Oh Diana, sweet Diana
To flirt and fling a young girl dressed in ribbons Taking fancies to those like you Oh Diana, sweet Diana
Yet you wait with morning in your hair And now I need good reason, But I've none to spare
You are just a leaf that I have turned And I am like a match that slowly burns
A beggarly, account of empty boxes That is all I own in this world Oh Diana, sweet DianaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
