Do what John?Do what John?Come again do what?Do what John?Do what John?Do what?Do what?Do what?Do where John?Do where John?With what, with whom and when?Triffic, really triffic!Pardon?Come again?
Title Hold On. Artist Phillip Phillips. I fall into a secret race to escape. The hells of the world made of puppets and fake. Death won't be too far now the seeds in my heart start to awake. So all I
Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba, fooba wooba. Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba John Saw a flea kick a tree. In the middle of the sea. Well, John, ho, John. Fooba wooba John Saw a rat
All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray. I've been for a walk on a winter's day. I'd be safe and warm if I was in L. A. . California dreamin' on such a winter's day. . Stopped in to a churc
