Тексты песен Paul Roland

Aunty lacks the social graces She pulls the most peculiar faces, In the most public of places She really is a scream. Her voice is lound, her manners too, Her dresses green and her jokes quite blue Bu

When I was young I didn't have too many little friends, Only one, and she was three score years and ten, A nanny with a most peculiar pedigree, A former felon, but she was always good to me. And when