Вершы:
Prine John Fair And Square

to you They talk about your family They talk about your clothes When they don't know their own ass From their own elbows Jealousy and stupidity Don't equal harmony Jealousy and

Oh, the glory of true love Is a wild and precious thing It don't grow on old magnolias Or only blossom in the spring No, the glory of true love Is it

t you come on out and despise me So I could pack my bag and baby I?d be gone Remember when you used to call me honey I?d turn around and call you honey