New York City soothing My itchy itchy month of May Time has passed for Ms. Onassis Decay on display I don't wanna go down I don't wanna go down I don
Bub I know that you could fly a mile high You told me nothing's ever gonna come between Nothing's ever gonna come between Nothing's ever gonna come between My dumptruck
Preklad: Blind Melon. Kocúr.
