In an though you wont be perfect you wont be pure And monday asking you Why did you, how could you play me for such a fool Oh theres no simple answer
Sunday afternoon In a night you won't be pefect you won't be pure And Monday asking you Why did how could you play me for the fool Oh, there's no reason
Превод: Луцки Боис Цонфусион. Недеља поподне.
