And like my friend called Kruttschnitt,
But your love is in the North Parade.
Where are the bees and the butterflies to sing for us?
For in the garden of love we will rest for a while;
But your love is still in the North Parade.
And like my friend called Kruttschnitt,
But your love is in the North Parade.
Where are the bees and the butterflies to sing for us?
For in the garden of love we will rest for a while;
But your love is still in the North Parade.
But the trurth is distorted!And i am beaten like a dog which cannot see.Of the wrongs that we do in this society,And of the muse of love that is shared by many;For we still cannot see the wrong that we do,For this society is full of evil.My name is Jones and i am in love…
And your ways led you away like a thief,But your love was so sweet.Nice and soft but your acts led you away so soon!And your continuous abortion is noted all over,But do think about the consequences in the future.
But i am Yakyu with the sweet smell of love.
If you love me,Kiss me;For the muse of love is calling on us!And i need your love tonight.
So let us find each other tonight at the Long Island,For i am Nettleford and i want to tap your sweet honey.
But try to obey those who have the rule over you!For wisdom is not for sale.