The rich girls strolling by just laugh.
By now, she’s really showing;
The days stretch to infinity
And everything is slowing
She never wanted to be seen,
Or be some kind of bother —
So soon, they’ll be a baby here,
But there won’t be
A father
The rich girls strolling by just laugh.
By now, she’s really showing;
The days stretch to infinity
And everything is slowing
She never wanted to be seen,
Or be some kind of bother —
So soon, they’ll be a baby here,
But there won’t be
A father
Sad!
I wonder what happened to the father…
I believe he has a blog.
You could be wrong?