Letras:
Bright Eyes Lime Tree

you don't If you don't It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two Under the leaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit

don't If you don't It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two Under the leaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit Some

you don't If you don't It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two Under the leaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit

call it ghetto fabulous She the type of I wanna bust Said, baby can I drop this please In the tail from the back while smokin' trees Hey, sexy mama, playful eyes