The leafs crunch and crumble
Under my feet. I wonder
If you will love me
Next November.
The pumpkins are rotted
And I am besotted with you.
I wonder if I will get better
Next November.
The leafs crunch and crumble
Under my feet. I wonder
If you will love me
Next November.
The pumpkins are rotted
And I am besotted with you.
I wonder if I will get better
Next November.