Tekster:
A Life Once Lost In Anything Done Under The Sun

with a simple blink of an eye the trupeter stops he has run out of breath he dtops to his knees to regain his breath panting and gasping for as much air

with a simple blink of an eye the trupeter stops he has run out of breath he dtops to his knees to regain his breath panting and gasping for as much air

a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One