All the lazy dykes, cross armed at the palms. Then legs astride their bikes, indigo burns on their arms. One sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself. And you'll come and join
All the lazy dykes, cross armed at the palms. Then legs astride their bikes, indigo burns on their arms. One sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself. And you'll come and join
