Lletres:
Donna Regina The Early Years

You look at me What are you trying to hide? Don't you know I'm a woman of insight And I see clouds in your eyes Dangerous clouds in your eyes You have

We're driving Driving in your car We're driving Driving in your car Fields and trres are flying by Love degree's alarmingly high Driving in your car

Sometimes I feel so bad When gravity seems to be too high When every word I say is a lie When every face I see looks grey When spirit is low and tension