Pygmylush
January Song
A driving song is playing on the radioThe mulcher pulls upI'm in bed, put my branches to breakThe big wheel turns endlessly over my bonesA mean wind blows through a hole in my headMy ticket was bought but you were not all thereIt ain't an easy way to cut me off, is it, baby?Be mineJust be mineThis just won't be mineThis just won't be mine
From Letras Mania