's your cousin Shanice Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her" "Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol And tomorrow is her first violin
life I never want your song to end I need your touch to comfort me Just like a thousand violins You are the song my melody I want your tune to linger
s your cousin Shanice. Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her. Besides; she looks up to you - you're her idol - and tomorrow is her first violin
[A fragmentary scenario about crimson-scents and their manifold consequences for Utopia's flawless lily-oceans] Still I linger, gloom-wings emerge on
your cousin Shanice. Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her. Besides; she looks up to you - you're her idol - and tomorrow is her first violin
