My jeans are old.
My name is Gold.
There are two kids I have to scold.
The kids are up.
My tea is cold.
The kids are up.
My tea is cold.
There are two kids I have to scold.
My jeans are old.
My name is Gold.
And now my story is all told.
My jeans are old.
My name is Gold.
There are two kids I have to scold.
The kids are up.
My tea is cold.
The kids are up.
My tea is cold.
There are two kids I have to scold.
My jeans are old.
My name is Gold.
And now my story is all told.
I love the way you can make me laugh! The walls kind of close in some days, don`t they? I always said raising small children is a one-way ticket to Crazy Town and I haven`t changed my mind 🙂
Awesome