8 acessos
You thought me not to land my hand to anyone who’s not my friend,
You said I’ll never be a man until I grow a mustache,
You told me not to be impressed by anyone who’s more or less just like you.
For you I waited all so long, for you I waited all so long,
For you I waited all so long, for you I waited all so long,
For you I waited all so long, for you I waited all so long,
For you I waited all so long, for you I waited all so long,
For you I waited all so long, for you I waited all so long,
For you I waited all so long, for you I waited all so long.