: Strawberries, cherries and an angel kissing spring My summer wine is really made from all these things I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled
: You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply, I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie. For who am I to judge you, in what you
Strawberries, cherries and an angel kissing spring My summer wine is really made from all these things I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply, I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie. For who am I to judge you, in what you say
