summers
Summer those days was always a bummer
I would sit by the door with Grandpa
We would talk about grandma
Who made the worst pasta
But we never told her
For fear of no dinner
And no to never hurt her
She would pamper us with care
And take care of everyone's fears
Now I can't think of her without shedding a tear
As...
I would sit by the door with Grandpa
We would talk about grandma
Who made the worst pasta
But we never told her
For fear of no dinner
And no to never hurt her
She would pamper us with care
And take care of everyone's fears
Now I can't think of her without shedding a tear
As...