From my head, the eyes of your night Dont say dear, baby, let me get in your fever
I know even imagine, but you have to know, somebody has gave you a heart
very much in your eyes, which you cant say
The heart that you have an Umrah has a dream
Dont turn back to my request, if I give, if I have good for your hands, you are heartbroken, the chaos all the mystery and need, I am Pattys footsteps between begging and precious letter.
