Impeccable taste
Impeccable humor
A snug looking body
At least, that's the rumor
All through the night
You cling to my hands
Cause without my help
You're left with no chance
Your voice mesmerizes
And hits high and low
It's crystal as ice
But I'll save you from snow
The only
The lonely
The dependable star
Oh, how I love
My wooden guitar
Jon sin bloggers, dogs
- Jon
- Oslo, Norway
- Du kan si hva du vil om denne bloggen, men det kommer du ikke til å gjøre
3 comments:
Skrevet selv?
Selvsagt! Er det noen andre enn meg som har en tre-gitar, kanskje? :)
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