, we had a road to drive on But I let her sway from the headlights and I had to give her up So I gave her - Dead Flowers, and ran away, Dead Flowers,
-me to the whore, Desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain. Little man, his youth a fountain. Overdrafted and still counting. Vernacular, verbose
your weight on me,'' said the pig-me to the whore, desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain. Little man, his youth a fountain. Overdrafted
