WE ARE FADING AWAY
Prrr! The trumpet goes, Scrambles for her is beyond fate, The stress on that lass, indeed the matter is grave, What have the done to
DON’T JUDGE ME…
judge me not….
Prrr! The trumpet goes, Scrambles for her is beyond fate, The stress on that lass, indeed the matter is grave, What have the done to
judge me not….