Carrying my own in the afternoon Hiding a spoon, she will be soon With their fork, with the knife Speaks me a joke, she slips here alive
Carrying my own in the afternoon Hiding a spoon, she will be soon With their fork, with the knife Speaks me a joke, she slips here alive
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care
Carrying my own in the afternoon Hiding a spoon, she will be soon With their fork, with the knife Speaks me a joke, she slips here alive
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to careTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
