How do you know? You are never going to know.What did it mean to her... let's see. I'm guessing; nothing.
Never judge a book for its portade. Nor a woman.
How do you know? You are never going to know.What did it mean to her... let's see. I'm guessing; nothing.
Never judge a book for its portade. Nor a woman.
Names, secret names
But never in my favour
But when all is said and done
It's you I love
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