I wanna come home to roses. And dirty little notes on Post-its. And when my hair starts turning gray. He'll say I'm like a fine wine, better with age. I guess I learned it from my parents. That true
He bear her off, he bear her down. He bear her into an orchard ground. Lu li lu lay. Lu li lu lay. The falcon hath bourne my mate away And in that orchard there was a hold. That was hanged with
Bài hát My Angel - Prince Royce. Within seconds you stole my attention. Skin so perfect, a golden complexion. More than beautiful girl, you're a work of art. Oh, my, I cannot believe my eyes. Oh, my