I don't drink coffee I take tea, my dear.I like my toast done on one side.And you can hear it in my accent when I talk,I'm an Englishman in New York. You see me walking down Fifth Avenue,A walking can here at my side.I take it ev'rywhere I walk,I'm an...
Lire la suiteEvery time I think of youI feel shot right through with a bolt of blueIt's no problem of mineBut it's a problem I findLiving a life that I can't leave behind But there's no sense in telling meThe wisdom of the fool won't set you freeBut that's the way...
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