I retire to a split, white smile to be seen In some old stag magazine And this girl's eyes When they were roughly wrenched open I could see a starry stair
I retire to a split white smile to be seen In on an old sad magazine. And this girls eyes, Well they were roughly wretched open; I could see a starry
I retire to a split, white smile to be seen In some old stag magazine And this girl's eyes, when they were roughly wrenched open I could see a starry stair
; I retire to a split white smile to be seen In on an old sad magazine. And this girls eyes, Well they were roughly wretched open; I could see a starry
be I retire to a split, white smile to be seen In some old stag magazine And this girl's eyes, when they were roughly wrenched open I could see a starry stair
