The life of a girl is like a little fly Out of the darkness, into the light Like a summer tune The night that slips away That girl is like the moon So here she will stay There must be something above or below Sometimes you're asking and sometimes you're sure There's not a work as much as he should Life of a bad girl we caught in the Moon Over and over Sweet and love Queen of the Western Sea Over and only what is wrong? We have all time to be The life of a man, is another fly Out of the darkness, into the light And out of the light Into darkness again Fear of the future, Fear of to fail There must be something above or below Sometimes you're asking and sometimes you're sure There's not a work as much as he should Life of a bad girl we caught in the Moon Over and over Sweet and love Queen of the Western Sea Over and worry what is wrong? We have all time to be Over and over Sweet and love Queen of the Western Sea Over and only what is wrong? We have all time to be Over and over Sweet and love Queen of the Western Sea Over and only what is wrong? We have all time to be
From the moment when i knew this Italo song, i always use to love huge the mid part. Maybe the top of ice mountain, but so high out flowing. It's certainly not low equipment, and matters the way to handle.
For the first time in my relationship with my girl Emma, i have realised - that the, pain relative by my ex who abused me in connection with Italo, the stage where she has nothing to search for - i can accept the pain by my girl Emma in that stage. Because of my girl Emma, i have the opportunity to enforce rest in stage when necessary. This will happen over and over again, for the rest of my life, in my personal nutral state.. And i want to deal, relative to that everything can be analysed, with what happened to world, if it didn't. I hear in my head a relative Meryl Streep saying in Little women - You need to be married well - Emancipation and feminism both sides, in the public order. Thanks Sindariel, and band and relative members, for the long holding publishing, relative, where it all began.
