Cuchulain sat at her side;
Sensing the senses makes me a bewildered pot.
needed more. So, he had to vaseline his skull like crazy to even
"They must quit drinkin' an' swearin', they mustn't knife on a blow,
WOW! Mohiniattam
Sentiment creeps in, around hard blowing the wind.
I love you blind
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
We shout: 'Hold on, drive slower, fool!'
yet some who believe in this or that,
Cuchulain sat at her side;
Sensing the senses makes me a bewildered pot.
needed more. So, he had to vaseline his skull like crazy to even
"They must quit drinkin' an' swearin', they mustn't knife on a blow,
WOW! Mohiniattam
Sentiment creeps in, around hard blowing the wind.
I love you blind
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
We shout: 'Hold on, drive slower, fool!'
yet some who believe in this or that,