For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession
I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid Now to her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession
her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her death Is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's
her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession'
her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's
For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her death Is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession