Wine

The wine is sweet, bitter is to be alone on Sunday night.

The money comes from, and it's alright
More lonely nights are my
Without you around
Intoxicates me Thinking of you
I miss you
And you do not know it
Not know how.
Charge me untruths
There lies that say nothing
Only mean "tape" for you
And give me a pain
I love you
No doubt
Never doubt me
I do not lie
When the truth is what matters
No,
I do not lie
Never doubt me
The night good riddance
And I can not stop thinking nonsense
And the Crazy Rita continues to recite his lyrics
Elvira Pagan, Sweet Pepper and around the outside
Behold, the bottom of the cup strawberry appears
Give me a while to fill it back soon ...
Return and the mind does not stop ...
I keep thinking about you
Do not stop thinking about how many nights I could live ...
Living without you
The money comes
But being without you
Is priceless.
No time.
It's like the crime,
Does not pay.

By Sill's

I love you