Never in the field of human affection had so much been given for do few attention. Never in the field of human affection had so much been given for so few attention.
Where, where is your son, where did he go?. This Clementine is on tea and croissants. Where, where is your son, where did he go?. This Clementine is on tea and croissants.
I remember walking by the A406. Holding bags of mother sent cornflakes. Guessing somebody might have noticed. A little boy big head small ears. Whilst making a ballad through a Sunday mist.