"Climb the stairs. And step into my dream house". . These words are yours, maria. The waters warm (hold me). The table bare (till the worst is past). Until the summer nights return.
I never wanted to be on my own. I could be wrong. But I slipped away from home. And now I'm gone. . Well, way down south. They're haveing minor ups and downs.
Here's a new design. The cut and style you know so well. Spins across the floor. . It's the same routine. Just one last word before you go. Why sould I ask for more?.