Sheila E.:
[singing]
The moon up above, it shines on upon our skin, Whispering words that scream of outrageous sin, We all want the stuff that's found in our wildest dreams, It gets kinda rough in the back of our limousine, That's what we are, we all want a love bizarre...
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 09:11