My Day in Music

„…Well, maybe I’m a crook for stealing your heart away
And maybe I’m a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad… bad person
Well, baby I know

And these fingertips
Will never run through your skin
Those bright blue eyes
Can’t only meet mine across the room
Filled with people that are less important than you…“


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