in the darkest rooms with the brownest tiles And to hear you laugh is a sweet refrain So sick with joy, I'm the perfect boy Our savior's fallen ill, but here's a
Translation: Kind Of Like Spitting. Dostoyevsky Gets Mugged Outside A Donut Shop In Jersey.
in the darkest rooms with the brownest tiles. And to hear you laugh is a sweet refrain. So sick with joy, I'm the perfect boy. Our savior's fallen ill, but here's a