اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
On account, on account
On account, on account
On account of the onslaught
Of the beams eclipsed by tufts of white
I propose we should go on a ride
Where my sight and smell go wild
The park, the park!
Or the other park!
I am quite fond of the other park!
Go retrieve the leash I always nibble on
Met with equal parts frustration
And a sigh of disarmament
I'm just so darn cute when I do it
When will I find the friend
Who went in this spot first?
When will I finally meet you?
When will I find the friend
Who went in this spot first?
When will I finally meet you?
When will I find the friend
Who went in this spot first?
When will I finally meet you?
When will I have to go home?
The edges of the day have smeared
And I will wait here
