To Each His Own
Where oh where could my lover have gone?
I feel like a bird caged with out a key.
Wooo hooo school is done. Summer is here, bring on the beer.
I love summer
I love summer
Mille graci.
I feel like a bird caged with out a key.
Wooo hooo school is done. Summer is here, bring on the beer.
I love summer
I love summer
Mille graci.
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