9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Persistently calling, another place is active,
She's messing around with her home phones ...
Believe that we say we are satisfied, from the old place,
We're not in this business, and it's not expired...
Do not tire yourself, we will not accept,
Don't spoil our business, deals don't break...
They say your signature is not in your deed, your agreement is bullshit,
And not many, we'll give you credit...
Something will be added, the price will be cheaper,
These will also be given, something like that will fall...
We say don't call us, no sister,
Don't mess with my lines, believe me we are happy...
Kayıt Tarihi : 23.8.2022 22:34:00
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