Lots Of Cosy Sky That God And

Lots Of Cosy Sky That God And I Can Share. I Need Air. I Need Air.

You Write A Hit The Same Way You Write A Flop.

Thank Heaven For Little Girls! For Little Girls Get Bigger Every Day.

Don't Let It Be Forgot, That Once There Was A Spot, For One Brief Shining Moment, That Was Known As Camelot.

Back Home Everyone Said I Didn't Have Any Talent. They Might Be Saying The Same Thing Over Here, But It Sounds Better In French.