It laughs and then it sings And all the lies that we can tell to our foolish selves Maybe this is the love song that I refused to write her When I loved
It laughs And then it sings And all the lies that we can tell To our foolish selves Maybe this is the love song that I refused to Write her when I loved
Tercüme: Elvis Costello. Bu Sings zaman.
things It laughs And then it sings And all the lies that we can tell To our foolish selves Maybe this is the love song that I refused to Write her when
