Your poetry is all blanks to me
Your words pass through courteously
I wish to be swept up, to be swished
I wish to be swept up, to be swished
Your delivery is all wrong
It freezes me
You are no poet
Go home and have a bonfire
Go home and have a bonfire
(Bonfire)
Composição: Glen Johnson / Piano Magic.
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