back to the 90s
Spring is her favourite time of year.
She likes to put those pretty flowers in her hair.
She smiles as bright as the sun.
Like an angel with experienced wings she flies as high as heaven.
Then she goes on and on and on she goes
Then she's gone.
She carries her feelings in a bag.
She pushes...
She likes to put those pretty flowers in her hair.
She smiles as bright as the sun.
Like an angel with experienced wings she flies as high as heaven.
Then she goes on and on and on she goes
Then she's gone.
She carries her feelings in a bag.
She pushes...