10 acessos
Once was a time i thought
That love could be sold or bought
And everything found a place for me
The fashion of passion i rationed with a cation
Because of the notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
But since it was sunday and sunny i went for a stroll
But peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole
A bleesing refreshing in did unfold
Dispeling depressing distressing salt from my soul
Once was a time i tought that love could be sold bought
And everything found a place for me
The fashion of passion i rationed with coution
Because of notion the potion of passion
Had never been passed to me
But now with you by my side
I find that i feel so satisfied
Somebody must have lied to me