In the spring of my youth I came to the village of Kiledn Just sing one song What if I'm a bitch, I don't know if I'm a bitch That there was such a pure mon
The scales are in the hands of the tires I'll cut them off, If a goal is a goal, a goal is a goal I'll be right back.
What do I do for a living? My writing is in my hand, Monlo as a song, as a bright light I'm on my way