Sep 2014
Maybe just a day
we where young
the wind
blow your skirts up
and frighten the horses
but I smooth that over
and bet on the horse of the year
and won the roses.
we where young
the wind
blow your skirts up
and frighten the horses
but I smooth that over
and bet on the horse of the year
and won the roses.
Five pints of lager please and just one coke
P@ul
P@ul
