Sun raised up to be the first witness of last night's crime. Turned the sand into gold in the circle of her arms
Tried to look away, But for the sun, it's not easy by day So a bunch of clouds covered its eye It begins to rain.
What a sad sight What a sad sight What a sad sight
When he said it out loud You're butter to my knife I'm pretty sure he didn't specify He's gonna be the knife.
What a sad sight What a sad sight What a sad sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
