Where have you gone my Rosealia?. Into the crowd he'll never find you. If you walk real fast and you stay down low. So many times so many chances. This one could be your last.
Where have you gone, my Rosealia?. Into the crowd he'll never find you. If you walk real fast and you stay down low. So many times so many chances. This one could be your last.
Ten cent lovers. Beneath the covers. Riding on a wet dream. Silver tonic free. . High stool sweet tarts. Equipped with green cards. Chomp their 401 Ks.
First thing I remember was lying in the sand. When a plague of seven horsemen. Came across the desert land. . They had one good eye between them. They were burning up the sky.