Mary, Mary
Is many times so lonely she's unhappy
The reason to cry is always
My guitar, baby
What she will say when she comes
And she will find an ampty house
With very few words on it
That I love her
Well, I must play, I must play
Well, even so she hopes
Believes and dreams
If not
Is many times so lonely she's unhappy
The reason to cry is always
My guitar, baby
What she will say when she comes
And she will find an ampty house
With very few words on it
That I love her
Well, I must play, I must play
Well, even so she hopes
Believes and dreams
If not
Vloženo: 16. 10. 2016 , martin