Wszystkim mniej lub bardziej zasmuconym:
"When your baby leaves you all alone
And nobody calls you on the phone
Ah, don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Well here I am my honey
Oh, come on you cry to me.
When you're all alone in your lonely room
And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume
Ah don't you feel like crying
Don't you feel like crying?
Ah don't you feel like crying?
Come on, come on cry to me.
Well nothing could be sadder
Than a glass of...
Niespodziewanie jestem smutna i taka zostanę ,jeśli osoba, która mnie
zasmuciła nie prześle mi czegoś w tym rodzaju: ":-)))"
Może tu nawet nie spojrzy :(,wówczas chyba do końca jesieni się nie
pozbieram...Takie życie, taki los...