miss hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss her the wind blows drags her nose through her forehead like a horn grows the omen clear but years too late nova scotia
what i miss her hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered to kis the wind blows drags her nose through her forehead like a horn grows the omen clears but years too late nova scotia
Перевод: Ten Foot Pole. Новая Шотландия.
me what i miss her hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered to kis the wind blows drags her nose through her forehead like a horn grows the omen clears but years too late nova scotia