My love, oh love, dear love,
my daughter
I tell you
Don't go with songswriters
love, love, love
'cause they put you
in the end
of their lyrics
I wish I'd have you
with me
for hours and hours
and you dont't care
about real life
uhèila
lunedì, ottobre 10, 2005
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