Red wine and flowers says the romantic run-away.
"And will I see you again?" Maybe when my face is white and not blue.
The chocolates are nice Jack but I'm black and bruised.
And do you miss love?
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
Red wine and flowers says the romantic run-away.
"And will I see you again?" Maybe when my face is white and not blue.
The chocolates are nice Jack but I'm black and bruised.
And do you miss love?
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