Jul
12th
Sat
12th
Bluesy
I knew me the sweetness of the near sunshine,
caused me to tremble, waiting in the transit line,
Callled to me sweet sweetness waiting until the morning sunshine
Cried me a river when the river took that love of mine,
and in the moring woke up feeeling like I as dying,
but I long to love you baby no matter if the sun shines
no matter if th sun shines
