Monday night and I feel so low. I count the hours but they go so slow. I know the sound of your voice. Can save my soul. . City lights, streets of gold.
Monday night and I feel so low. I count the hours but they go so slow. I know the sound of your voice. Can save my soul. . City lights, streets of gold.
Monday night and I feel so low. I count the hours but they go so slow. I know the sound of your voice. Can save my soul. . City lights, streets of gold.