8 acessos
Be my American steam
Be my Jean Seberg and my new French queen
Be my Breathless scream
Be what I look for in everything
Be the newest widow’s still worn wedding ring
Be a photo of autumn leaves on the first day of spring
Chapped lips, don’t change a thing
Don’t change a thing
Be my change,
don’t change a thing
Be my change,
don’t change a thing
Be the harvest moon that makes Jupiter sore
Be the kind of work I’ve spent my life working for
Be my drunkest nights blackout peaceful sleep
Be my memories I wish I could keep
(don’t change a thing, don’t change a thing)