What do I know?
Mrs.Barnes I do met As I shovel my street In a mid December storm The cold bite sharper than a thorn Only then do I know her When she’s away from red rover When she is not cleaning my bruises…
Mrs.Barnes I do met As I shovel my street In a mid December storm The cold bite sharper than a thorn Only then do I know her When she’s away from red rover When she is not cleaning my bruises…