She Like Pretty Owl Lyrics – Pathetic Waltz

I found her among the crowded place
December is the beginning, of the interrupt
You are really..scaring me on friday
Slowly I steal a beautiful your trust

With the face asked me for this story
You are indeed the third novelle it…
I’m sorry…I don’t have the guts to more!
Let alone she continues to creepy

I’m sorry…I don’t have the guts to more!
Let alone she continues to be
If we were never, in fact not possible
Give me another way, to stop you so again…

Not done this way…
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Pathetic Waltz Lyrics – She Like Pretty Owl

Pathetic Waltz

She Like Pretty Owl