Sing the sweet symphony that echo's threw my ears,
You have become the only song I ever want to hear.
Your lips create a chores that brings the light upon my day.
And your hands create the goose bumps that create my bend and sway.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Sing the sweet symphony that echo's threw my ears,
You have become the only song I ever want to hear.
Your lips create a chores that brings the light upon my day.
And your hands create the goose bumps that create my bend and sway.
