Think I'm about to be binded and thrown Into a room wallpapered with gloom And furnished with memories I No longer believe in Cause someone's deceiving me I won't say who I
Fordítás: Gilbert O'Sullivan. Én ről.
fine Think I'm about to be binded and thrown Into a room wallpapered with gloom And furnished with memories I No longer believe in cause someone's deceiving me I won't say who I