Love writes a letter and sends it to hate. ?My vacations ending I?m coming home late.? ?The weather was fine and the ocean was great.? ?And I can?t wait
Love writes a letter and sends it to hate. My vacations ending. I'm coming home late. The weather was fine and the ocean was great and I can't wait to
Amore, amore, amore, amore, amore... su questo amore e gia stato detto tutto eppure tutti hanno ancora da dire chi parlando del cuore chi con parole
I've looked everywhere, and I never really found Somebody like you who was wholesome and sound Where both of us knew we could see with closed eyes Where