When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes – "ooh"
(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me
x-ƒ: Jā, bet..
2005. gada 30. jūlijs, 11:37 am, 12 atsauksmes
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