This is skin you can wrap all of your arms and legs in And I just thought you'd know an envelope unfolds I'm writing to catch up We were small when we last met But the letters are a wreck She's heard it on cassette
Taught to read and write at such an early age Passengers still, she's got books on tape Running to catch up to that old VW You're Leaning out the back you've never heard of fiction you've never heard of fact
Way back when we met 'cause my parents knew your parents Steady hands, easy breaths Old times parading on the rooftops and this time they don't care. Intrepeds
Running out of space so let me sum this up for you I'm only wishing well Though you won't believe me This coming Thursday evening is our centennial Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
