I’ll see a beautiful girl walking up to me and I’ll think, Oh, my God, I can’t believe my good luck. But then she’ll say, ‘Where’s your son?’ or ‘My mother loves you’.
I’ll see a beautiful girl walking up to me and I’ll think,
I’ll see a beautiful girl walking up to me and I’ll think, Oh, my God, I can’t believe my good luck. But then she’ll say, ‘Where’s your son?’ or ‘My mother loves you’.
