You know, I love that I am Fedat In your flower, and I am under the soil under my patent I love you My heart is always your strait always eyes
Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, I have a drunken smell I tired
I saw all the color of flowers in the world I didnt bud a beautiful bud than your lips You are kind to you from the sky I will die in my veins. If you are not your companion and your tongue, I love you And your smell drunk drunk Come on, help my hand in my hand I am tired of my heart for the wound.
