A heart and a hoot
I hear your hoot and ponder how you look,
How it feels when I'd look into your eyes,
Whould I be met with a calm or agitated gaze?
I'd like to see you soaring at grave...
How it feels when I'd look into your eyes,
Whould I be met with a calm or agitated gaze?
I'd like to see you soaring at grave...