This is not one of a bawdy nature, but I wrote it to a friend tonight ... There was a woman with wings on her feet That the men were all dying to meet It was fun for a while But it wasn't her style So she looked for the heart with a beat.
There was a woman with wings on her feet That the men were all dying to meet It was fun for a while But it wasn't her style So she looked for the heart with a beat.