French kiss the asses of the masses when they ask which ways the fastest to Hong Kong. I don't know I've never been, but soon I'll be. Tell the operator "sell you later", at this point in starving. Give me a minute and I'll tell you when I'm ready to go underwater. All of my bastard children knew right from the very beginning. They knew exactly what I was thinking. They knew I was sinning and sinking. Walk a million miles to tell a thousand lies to a smile on the face. The substitute for what's lacking was far more complete the second time through.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
