If I could write a. Symphony for Susan. . I would write a melody. That would tell her. Create a spell for her. Ring a bell for her. And let her know. How much I fell for her. . If I could
the sand on my feet. Take me back to paradise. Play our own symphony. We were tripping through the night. With that perfect melody. Post-Chorus Julian Perretta. Papa, papa, pa, pa-rum. Papa, pa, rum
Susan spent the weekend at her stately home. Crying at the lions on the garden wall. And then she'd sigh, sneak away. Look at her style, free the day Oh no not me, I wouldn't. Oh no not me, I
In a room susan is second hand. Susan is charity. But she won't give you any flowers. Sha la la la la la la sha la la. Susan's strange. Sha la la la la la la sha la la. Susan's strange. Susan
