Corridor lies with the river. All watery eyes. I stand there waitin' for my turn. I turn with a rise. The spirits blow around like a hurricane whip. The girls don't mind my ice cream drip.
Corridor lies with the river. All watery eyes. I stand there waitin' for my turn. I turn with a rise. The spirits blow around like a hurricane whip. The girls don't mind my ice cream drip.