Shivaree - Arrivederci текст песни

Текст песни Arrivederci - Shivaree



Arrivederci I'm cutting my hair
Tell fish and Tracy the weathers fair
Been eleven hours were on a dare
Arrivederci to my old chair
I've been told that the old who bargain and save
They get sold
For the gold
On the little kings grave
So goodbye to screamers
And goodnight Irene
A salty whisker won't hurt anything



Авторы: Ambrosia Parsley


Shivaree - I Oughtta Give You a Shot in the Head
Альбом I Oughtta Give You a Shot in the Head
дата релиза
07-10-1999




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