Bossa Nova
Blubell
When you hear me singing Sweet and low You understand I'm regretting things i had And now i know Are off my hands Paradise, sunshine, guitars, Photographs, moonlight, An open bar Things are worthless dear If you're not here
When you hear me singing Sweet and low You understand I'm regretting things i had And now i know Are off my hands Paradise, sunshine, guitars, Photographs, moonlight, An open bar Things are worthless dear If you're not here