Sweet Dream
I was there with him,
In the middle of the parking grim.
The day was pretty cold,
but,I was in his hold .
The wind was blowing low,
We were walking slow.
The way to home was too short,
But,we were talking alot.
I saw his brown eyes,
That makes...
In the middle of the parking grim.
The day was pretty cold,
but,I was in his hold .
The wind was blowing low,
We were walking slow.
The way to home was too short,
But,we were talking alot.
I saw his brown eyes,
That makes...