scream: "When the graceful queen of stars offers you her tender love don't hide your desire to holes but grip her and fly with a dove!"
scenes from those songs of love I was the endless sky And you were my Mexican dove Now the music that played in your ears Grows a little bit fainter
of scenes from those songs of love I was the endless sky And you were my Mexican dove Now the music that played in your ears Grows a little bit fainter
