who spun it Now I've made my bed but you wouldn't lie down in it I wrote my feelings down in a rush I didn't even check the spelling Enclosed the postcard of a painting
it, Now I've made my bed but you wouldn't lie down in it I wrote my feelings down in a rush, I didn't even check the spelling, And closed the postcard of a painting
Превод: Парк, Макимо. Разгледница Сликарство.
