boy I've even curved this body to fit your bow Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts That come, come in rhythm 'Cause it never was the cars and guitars
late boy I've even curved this body to fit your bow Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come Come in rhythm 'cause it never was the cars and guitars
Překlad: Tori Amos. Auta a kytary.
of late boy I've even curved this body to fit your bow Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come Come in rhythm 'cause it never was the cars and guitars
