Paroles de Lover Of Song

Since nine o'clock she is sitting there. Taking a dry martine expected someone does not know. With so much beauty has attracted much attention. Already made to realize that she is a lover of song. When she head down the long hair covering his long face. Her honey-colored eyes match the color of the dress. The gentlemen beside offered her flowers. Spoke anything but chat stopped there. The guitar solos look in our direction. Short with a smile and a gesture of confirmation. It is targeted by the looks but she knows she is beautiful. Want to guess what her favorite song.