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, 2 atbildes / atbildēt