Oh.
beyler
foreign
Is
is
♪
a
I couldn't throw the organ high into the camel.
As
it gets colder,
pull on it
the quilt,
the quilt
Oh my God,
the camel is barren,
the ground is barren
I can't be without you, you can't be without me
Don't kiss, they made me angry,
look,
they made me squeeze my arms
A golden silver chain
