Don't count on me
Don't count on me
Today it soured
And tomorrow, says the radio
Bad weather for us birds of paradise
A little sweet sugar for the veins
My daughter's things are bad
Don't count on me
Don't count on me
Esma and I, two conquered angels
84. are dragging
Oh my God, what a terrible time
My daughter's things are in bad condition
Don't count on me
Don't count on me
However, it was nice that year
The rains stopped because of her
The tulips bloomed because of her
The roses smelled because of her
Because of Esme

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS