through the ceiling soon. The window sees trees cry from cold. And claw the moon But we know don't we. And we'll dream won't we. Of Montague Terrace in blue The girl across the hall makes love. Her
through the ceiling soon. The window sees trees cry from cold. And claw the moon But we know don't we. And we'll dream won't we. Of Montague Terrace in blue The girl across the hall makes love. Her
Song Mary, Mary - Run-D. M. C. Mary, Mary, why ya buggin'?. Mary, Mary, I need ya huggin'. Had a fly girl Flo, called her honey. Next thing she spent up all my money. Left you in debt, you and your
When I saw you standing there. I bout fell out my chair. And when you moved your mouth to speak. I felt the blood go to my feet. Now it took time for me to know. what you tried so not to show. Now som
Bien des gens s'arr?tent. Et la voix ?mue. Sans fa?on r?p?tent. La chanson des rues. . Dans la rue chaque soir. Un accord?on pr?lude. Dans la rue chaque soir. Au beau milieu du trottoir. Les