The Fly
You say you want, diamonds and a ring of gold.
Your story to remain untold, your love, not to grow cold.
But all the promises we make, from the cradle to the grave,
When all I want, is you.
(I am so unbelievably obsessed with U2)
Your story to remain untold, your love, not to grow cold.
But all the promises we make, from the cradle to the grave,
When all I want, is you.
(I am so unbelievably obsessed with U2)