Тексты песен Bailey Rae, Corinne

I was just waiting for your phone call When they came along to say That a rose done chased you clear away You had said I was gamine But we didn't mean the same thing i think Broke my choux pastry hear

Letra De Put Your Records On Three little birds, sat on my window. And they told me I don't need to worry. Summer came like cinnamon So sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. Maybe sometime