She was a stunner riding high, and i got low rank. And others couldn’t see what she was worth, on the party, behind the sunrise in the meadow month of July.
I was a runner running high without a stop. Sticking to the imaginable spire-spot on the party behind the sunrise in the meadow month of July
Come, come, we go up to church, and ring the bell of happiness. We go so far and we end up in richest poverty.