robe, I'm going back to bed I'm sick to death of you, Lorraine Darling Lorraine, Lorraine Her hands like wood The doctor was smiling But the news wasn't good Darling Lorraine
robe I'm going back to bed I'm sick to death of you Lorraine Darling Lorraine Lorraine Her hands like wood The doctor was smiling But the news wasn't good Darling Lorraine
Fordítás: Simon, Paul. Darling Lorraine.
