THE FACT ABOUT BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME THAT NO ONE IS SUGGESTING

Fatima sits on the rock/Her household was her palace, and now it’s gone, collapsed and broken/To whom can she complain?/She fell target to this lure in between right and remaining…/Could it be prepared, whether the troops arrive or not?Are you the full moon or perhaps the Sunshine?/No matter what you happen to be, I swear to God you're past Loo