#
Название
Альбом
Текст песни
Well he sits up there on his leatherette
Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn't had yet
When he thinks he wants a closer look
He gets out his little black telephone book
(He's calling, calling, calling)
Чтобы увидеть полный текст,
Волна по треку
Похожие по звучанию треки из нашей коллекции
