The days will rally, wreathing
I will tell you a strange thing:
But I'll be safe in hell.
clean pillow cases and more of my attention
Scaring the late girl in the inky frock.
every time she phones you go crazy,
Love that made the grave so soon,
We shout: 'Hold on, drive slower, fool!'
Then i'd ask you for a while
5 Fetched a cake fer little Jake,
The days will rally, wreathing
I will tell you a strange thing:
But I'll be safe in hell.
clean pillow cases and more of my attention
Scaring the late girl in the inky frock.
every time she phones you go crazy,
Love that made the grave so soon,
We shout: 'Hold on, drive slower, fool!'
Then i'd ask you for a while
5 Fetched a cake fer little Jake,