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• Artiste: French Quarter
• Titre: Never
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When I'm packed up and gone Will you be laying there still At the top of the hill Keeping those young men down In that spot in the trees By the lake and all it's breeze around And you take off your (?) And (?) I'm a woman now The boys all say You won't be blamed I'll get you home on time Your mother will never know So look beneath our streets Find a present there buried by me It's my feet in a box Waiting for you to keep I don't need them anymore Though my legs are mighty sorry without These places I'm going I don't mind crawling around Would've gladly made you mine With all those forays of mine I didn't think you'd mind Me crawling away