O you, Saddams enthusiasm at the peak of a song from the same incident, I was in the story of the story after the incident I was burning the line but I read the story You knew you were always a rhyme. Sardar I wish you were you and relied on my word be a song and sit down in Saddams color I wish you could be a melancholy Release your tail with your romantic look
Now like a line of spring To be a song and sit in Saddams color I wish you could be a melee Release your romantic look
