Oh my darling, oh. I'm sorry that I tied you. Itis all that I could do With my bundle of twine You can still speak softly And murmur nothings to me. Your poetry probably sounds like your mind. Oh my...
Today's boy, I tell you, how stupid he is, what to do? Today's boy, I tell you, how stupid he is, what to do? Someone asks me "how are you," someone tells me...