Sep 25
Show me good,
Show me evil,
And then the wild child,
Traversing beyond,
On those pathless plains.
Oh it's the death of me,
Can't you see?
The little one
Has run on free.
Show me evil,
And then the wild child,
Traversing beyond,
On those pathless plains.
Oh it's the death of me,
Can't you see?
The little one
Has run on free.
