Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself.
He was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else.
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door.
I've had you so many times but somehow I want more.
I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain.
Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while and she will be loved.
Verdad que lo son? Son preciosos, los haremos en cuanto podamos :)
ResponderEliminarPorcierto, muchas gracias por tu comentario. Me encantaría ir al mercadillo pero me pilla un tanto lejos, una pena...Muchas Gracias! :D