A little song
To sing my
A little song
To sing my
Love for you...
You are to me
Like a jar of pickles to a-
You are to me
Like gas chamber to a-
Needed
You're a McDonald's in the desert,
A gun in a war-
A thought in my mind-
And nothing rhymed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem