fall. You never wrote me, you never called. Nathan Jones you've been gone too long. Gone too long If a woman could die of tears. Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here. The key that you're holding
fall. You never wrote me, you never called. Nathan Jones you've been gone too long. Gone too long If a woman could die of tears. Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here. The key that you're holding
Christmas is the time we have picked to give. Each other gifts, oh yeah, yeah. Most people never seem to think about the things. We really need oh, ho, oh who?. So I'm offering this wrapped present. W
When I was young. I never needed anyone. And making love was just for fun. Those days are gone. Livin alone. I think of all the friends I've known. But when I dial the telephone. Nobody's home