held on to We sang a song just like we used to and she said before we could leave. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more That night she heard
held on to We sang a song just like we used to and she said before we could leave Just a little bit more, just a little bit more That night she heard
she held on to We sang a song just like we used to and she said before we could leave Just a little bit more, just a little bit more That night she
I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in
a flag upon a boast Revolution it was not But one more rich prat in his yacht Might think twice before he sets sail With a flag the size of a fucking
