A little boy Leaning against the car Big brown eyes As he looked at me Observing Demanding
What next step I would dare to do Waitress serves the tablet I watch her from behind And her beautiful ass Wonder how it feeled if I fucked here
Sit back A cup of coffee in my hand Enjoy The late sunday morning With the smell makes me smile upon the world And its misery
With a smile The boy walks away Does he know me that well? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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