he thought he was hopeless You see him a lot these days On the cover of this, on the back of that Looking a hundred different ways. Louis, you have money Louis
Fordítás: A Roches. Louis.
Don't hold your tongue this time It's tied up on what you left behind Just like the morning gale, falls as she's on fire She hopes for something different
Fordítás: Rochester. Spirit Of St. Louis.
