I can tell him his toy gun won't kill Indians And the towel around his neck don't make him strong I can tell him there's no Easter bunny But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone He still looks for you every morning he's cried every night we've been alone I can tell him there's no real Santa but I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
I can tell him his broomstick's not a pony And wearin' daddy's boots don't make him grown I can tell him there's no to ferry But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone Cause he still looks for you... I don't know how to tell him that you're goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
