know what you think Ease over baby, going to rock that thing Alright C'mon jerkin' C'mon jerkin', c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Jerkin', jerkin', jerkin', jerkin
Превод: Mott на Hoople. Късо яке без ръкави "Crocus.
it was his cruel sick heart didn't go to church on sunday Oh your pace is going to knock you dead Out of the race you got time to spare Jerkin' crocus
