Some girls lose their boys after years. Some lose them right at the start. Standing in line, it's a question of time. Who's gonna be the next broken heart. But my heart belonged to a love so stron
Some girls lose their boys after years. Some lose them right at the start. Standing in line, it's a question of time. Who's gonna be the next broken heart. But my heart belonged to a love so stron
Some girls lose their boys after years. Some lose them right at the start. Standing in line, it's a question of time. Who's gonna be the next broken heart. But my heart belonged to a love so stron
If he don't always love you, on a dark and wintry night. If he don't take you in his arms, and wrap you warn and tight. If she don't stand beside your bed, when you're feeling ill. She don't love y
A Daffodil a rusty swing. A broken bench where once sat King. A mouldy doll looks to the stars. And it was mine and it was yours when it was ours A withered tree where birds did sing. A broken son
A Daffodil a rusty swing. A broken bench where once sat King. A mouldy doll looks to the stars. And it was mine and it was yours when it was ours A withered tree where birds did sing. A broken son
If he don't always love you, on a dark and wintry night. If he don't take you in his arms, and wrap you warn and tight. If she don't stand beside your bed, when you're feeling ill. She don't love y
A Daffodil a rusty swing. A broken bench where once sat King. A mouldy doll looks to the stars. And it was mine and it was yours when it was ours A withered tree where birds did sing. A broken son
