Dancing girl with your cheap fur on you know I will forget you, But for now dance on. I see your face on a summer's day But it's only a reflection On
happy days were busted and that's the way things go What a good time what a lovely time What a good time What a lonely time. Agosto... Jopo...
've never been before I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wine Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
It's strange the way that past seems always fine while the present wears me down and time and time and time lies heavy over me as it does over you and