Songtexte:
Costello Elvis Withered And Died

girl from the West. They'd run and hide, they'd run and hide. Count one to ten and she's gone like the rest. My dreams have withered and died. If I was

girl from the West. They'd run and hide, they'd run and hide. Count one to ten and she's gone like the rest. My dreams have withered and died. If I was