There's a little child. Running round this house. And he never leaves. He will never leave. And the fog comes up. From the sewers and glows. In the dark.
There's a little child. Running around this house. And he never leaves. He will never leave. . And the fog comes up. From the sewers. And glows. In the dark.
You. Are. Not. Mine. And I am. Not. Yours. And that's okay. . Related. . Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably. . From MetroLyrics to You: Our Classic Christmas Playlist.
I've had these jeans since I was born. And now they're ripped and now they're torn. And all my friends have skateboards. I want the toys of other boys.