What to write?
What not to write?
What's to say? And
to whom?
Blue moon full
of fiery golden socks,
reach at my window,
sprinkle your tomato sauce.
For once I
was in love;
now I'm glad
I'm a widow.
What to write?
What not to write?
What's to say? And
to whom?
Blue moon full
of fiery golden socks,
reach at my window,
sprinkle your tomato sauce.
For once I
was in love;
now I'm glad
I'm a widow.