Days not far away.

It's typically I don't think all of me.

Right, those are the rings.

Paper ones and more.

Yeah, I love the.

Ladies, la, bonita, and little.

someone blades, the storm would go hiding through my ears and see my eyes, he'll vanish the light I tell me love me, something go والندم If the days were last, they went so fast, chocolate glowing I don't beans, all of me too wild and greens.

This is where I love to be, la isla bonita.