- cifra
Sorry about that, baby
But heaviness is due to gravity
And you’ve been eating too much
Come up and see me sometimes
And you know I’ll try to reach you
From the deepness of my sea
For you see, I learn from you
Sign here, cowboy
The black horse is waiting for your ride
With spaced out rock and rollers
Patrolling the space
With our Harley Davidsons of the sun
Father of the spirits of all times
