Well my mama told me son you better watch out. All those nasty woman gonna rip you dime for dime. But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode (guitar mode). And the story keep
Saturday I love you like gold. Not like the Monday, you pass like a ghost. The fire killed you like a motherless child. I saw you last Sunday at Barbara Hotel. Oh oh oh oh oh- oh babe I'm so sorry
Unleash the breath that damned the wicked soul make the sacrifice for good. An omen passed the flame through the night benefit the figures face. Without thorns. Gaze upon thy gate a spirit finds a