Clementine's Song Songtext
von The Married Monk

Calm down
It′s gone
But sometimes he read up here
Gone that
You're gone And you left me with a bushed beard
I pay you reshape to me
The doctor said that he wouldn′t n last long and all the
Cover facial hair will be gone your lady waits untill
Saturday morn


And all you claim untill his home alone
So he tear the love of shaving foam
The doctor said that he wouldn't n last long and all the
Cover facial hair will be gone your lady waits untill
Saturday morn
But now saturday night has come
And all you claim untill his home alone
So he tear the love of shaving foam