Wick wore down, I let the candle drown In the wax that bound its namesake Candle knows at the very most You'll get enough heat to kill a flame And when the wax is free, make a figurine And put it in a museum Curator was always so damn sure They'd picked the perfect presentation Oh, I am Laughing So hard I shed a tear Oh, Dani, we got nothing Oh, Dani, ain't that something? Oh, Dani, what you're humming? Oh, Dani, the sun's coming and that's somethingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
