My daddy was nothing but a dirt farmer And I don't remember a penny he ever saved AA?l he ever have was a farm and it was bare A bent back and an early
I can't fight the feeling And I don't know what to do Have this feeling, how do I show it to you? Mom and Dad don't understand I'm not their kind of man
Tercüme: Norma Jean. Lord Kötü Dostlarım Loved Olmalıdır.
Regardez-les, les couche-tard Ils l'ont l'?il lourd et gris Ils trainent le jour les couche-tard Et poussent la nuit Ils vivent au soleil de minuit Et
I can't fight the feeling And I don't know what to do Have this feeling, how do I show it to you? Mom and Dad don't understand I'm not their kind of
: I can't fight the feeling And I don't know what to do Have this feeling, how do I show it to you? Mom and Dad don't understand I'm not their kind of
