Songtexte:
Gitarre Arab

late boy I've even curved this body to fit your bow Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come Come in rhythm 'cause it never was the cars and guitars

late boy I've even curved this body to fit your bow Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come Come in rhythm 'cause it never was the cars and guitars

I was washing antique cars Working part-time for my dad after school When I got the go-ahead To pick a car and spin around the neighbourhood It was

of late boy I've even curved this body to fit your bow Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come Come in rhythm 'cause it never was the cars and guitars