I can't do a hand-stand
He was faster than any polo pony
where or how who made these
mid or something.
So I can see why I love you
To speak of their distress, no, nor the will!
Sing my religion's-same as pigeons'.
silly too the words that come,
Then it follows me outright
they go away to come again,
I can't do a hand-stand
He was faster than any polo pony
where or how who made these
mid or something.
So I can see why I love you
To speak of their distress, no, nor the will!
Sing my religion's-same as pigeons'.
silly too the words that come,
Then it follows me outright
they go away to come again,