paroles de chanson
How
many
front
rows
have
we
passes
together
How
many
times
have
we
walked,
all
alone
How
many
women
have
I
watched
you
take
to
your
bed?
There
is
no
room
for
the
three
of
us
My
ego,
my
needs
and
the
romantic
affections
you
proclaim
for
me
I
will
not
let
them
pursue
me
Like
some
prize,
twisted
on
some
peddle
stool
for
your
selfish
desire
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.