Underneath that dark cloak there I go, him and my music…every night. I’m an old fashion guy, sorry, I haven’t adjusted yet, the wires confuse me but I can’t get rid of them, keep me connected. And hold me tight.
Underneath that dark cloak there I go, him and my music…every night. I'm an old fashion guy, sorry, I haven't adjusted yet, the wires confuse me but I can't get rid of them, keep me connected. And hold me tight.