Nhạc sĩ: Charles Hart, Andrew Lloyd Webber
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Like yellow parchment is his skin. A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew. You must be always on your guard, or he will catch you with his magical ass move. Those who speak of what they know find too late that prudent silence is wise. Joseph Bouquet, hold your tongue, keep your hand at the level of your eyes.
