нaииaнkristeи:
I'm gonna find me an old accordion, play for the tourists on the golden gate
нaииaнkristeи:
You can't outrun your skeleton
нaииaнkristeи:
Oh darling, how have you grown?
нaииaнkristeи:
I'm gonna rent me an old Victorian down in the Lower Haight
нaииaнkristeи:
I wont be here when you come home
нaииaнkristeи:
It's the end of the road for you, love.
нaииaнkristeи:
Standing on the shore waiting for you to cast you anchor
нaииaнkristeи:
Let us write our names in your blood