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She will not let you be
her lover.
She goes out looking for
the taxi.
Her phone is ringing straight
to message-minder.
Send out a battalion
to find her.
Put a penny in the slot and count
the swans through a telescope
I can't help from crying
I wish you were mine...
her lover.
She goes out looking for
the taxi.
Her phone is ringing straight
to message-minder.
Send out a battalion
to find her.
Put a penny in the slot and count
the swans through a telescope
I can't help from crying
I wish you were mine...
Annons