He won't tell her what is going on. He won't tell her what is going on. Well try'o try o, lie'o lie o. He won't tell her what is going on. . You may think that he's a demolition expert.
My house in Budapest, my. My hidden treasure chest. Golden grand piano. My beautiful Castillo. . You. You. I''d leave it all. . My acres of a land. I have achieved.
Barcelona, I still long to hold her once more. My boots of leather from Europe. I gather you know, know. . Every time you have to go. Shut my eyes and you know.