Hello, my son. Welcome to earth. You may not be my last. But you'll always be my first. Wish I'd done this ten years ago. But how could I know. How could I know.
Hello, my son. Welcome to earth. You may not be my last. But you'll always be my first. Wish I'd done this ten years ago. But how could I know. How could I know.
You say that looks can be decieving. There's been rumours going 'round. One look at me is the same thing as believing. Everything you've heard without hearing a sound.