Ramblin', where to begin I taste the summer on your peppery skin Been saved the warmer the waves I felt a slip into a watery grave My girl, linen and
Ramblin' where to begin I taste the summer on your peppery skin Been saved the warmer the waves I felt a slip into a watery grave My girl, linen and
Fordítás: A Decemberists. Summersong.
: Ramblin' where to begin I taste the summer on your peppery skin Been saved the warmer the waves I felt a slip into a watery grave My girl, linen and
