Paroles:
Dan Torres

All day, all night you feel as if the earth could fly. Three more all for fine Indian gin and whisky dry, fine Indian gin and whiskey dry. Small town

Old man, old man, Staring at young Miss Beautiful, Taking her home Every night, Loving her, holding her. Old man, old man, Everyday watching Miss Beautiful

never leave me walk close beside me your hand my hand fits so easy no tomorrow let us stop here we did some great things or didn't we dry and dusty

Milk and toast and honey make it sunny on a rainy Saturday, he-he-hey Milk and toast, some coffee take the stuffiness out of days you hate, you really

This silver bird takes me 'cross the sky Just one more hour and I?ll be home and dry 'Cross the ocean, way above the clouds I come stealin? Feelin? tired

i had a friend once her name was heartattack or mild cardiac arrest i always forget this product is intended only as a consumer benefit and not as a commercial

So my baby's on the road Doin' business, sellin' loads Charmin' everyone there With the sweetest smile Oh tonight, I miss you Oh tonight, I wish you

How lovely is Your dwelling place, oh, Lord, Almighty My soul doth long and even faint for You Oh, here my heart is satisfied within Your presence I see

Damnable Dominion (of) basalt walls and Sepulchres Unquiet, GHARNE Landscape Coarse - grained perceptions, Inhale exotic Drugs God's Shadow Looms, Ancient