The cold December wind seems bent on rockin' New York City. The town that's got me down to my last dime. And everywhere I go, the people seem in such a hurry.
April's Fool. April doesn't shower her sweet love on me. What someone gets in one day may take me two or three. Yes, it's true, she leads me like a puppet on a string.
April doesn't shower her sweet love on me. What someone gets in one day may take me two or three. Yes it's true she leads me like a puppet on a string.