Anna, how dare you don't even call me again? You turned our thing into a bitter story Good days comes and goes but in the and Both of us, became lonely
I remember when we used to listen songs All day long Cheap wine and some Rolling Stones Those were the days
You spitting in my shoes, ohh And laughing for nothing You were such a silly girl
How could a girl like you send me letters? I know how much I kept them in mind I bet you wish I could hold them forever Sorry you're wrong 'cause I'm not that kind
