Fifty-six falcon Across the old laundry I tasted Jigsaw you How I hate to see This wasted Thinkin' of a parallel These lines won't cut But all it takes
Fifty six Falcon, across the old laundry, I tasted jigsaw you. How I hate to see this wasted I'm thinkin' of a parallel These lines won't cut but all
Übersetzung: Gott. Jigsaw Sie.
