by Al johara and Kholoud
Seemed to be eighteen again. Now he walked along

Maybe you are getting old kid. You know

Beside me bathed in the clear mooring light

There must be where the picture was

Well they didn’t say it in a very nice way, I said

You’ve got better things to do with your time.

What that means. She just came to say

Is that a yes?

No one wants them

If you go around promising