tell you what it was that she saw Now see her standing on the table with her small arms flailing And you feel such compassion in your soul for your mute witness
you What it was that she saw Now see her standing on the table With her small arms flailing And you feel such compassion In your soul for Your mute witness
Vertaling: Morrissey. Stom getuie.
tell you What it was that she saw Now see her standing on the table With her small arms flailing And you feel such compassion In your soul for Your mute witness
