andrei1966

Мужская харизма Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man is made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood Skin and build A mind that's weak and a bad test job Give a thinking gun And what do you get? Another day older and deeper and dense Saying, Peter, don't you call me Cause I can't do I owe my two to the company's door I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine I picked up the shovel and walked to the mine I know this is done Some number line to a lemon-confort Said, Bella, that's my two You're both in the dark Oh