Now, THAT'S a boulder!
Move, mountain, give sight to my faith
Grant me my passage to more fertile plains
Milk, honey, french bread, and wine
Give voice to the singer who pines
Or, in plain english, I gots writer's block.
Grant me my passage to more fertile plains
Milk, honey, french bread, and wine
Give voice to the singer who pines
Or, in plain english, I gots writer's block.