No w fakcie takiej gazecie taka baba mówiła Michael Jackson żyje tak samo jak Elvis!!
As I came up to the window
Was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartament
He left the blood stains
On the carpet
She was underneath the table
You could see she was uneble
Was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartament
He left the blood stains
On the carpet
She was underneath the table
You could see she was uneble