Blues
Piccolini
She don't love me, mama;
she uses to love a friend of mine.
In this garden of vibrations my dreams can be a truth,
in this garden of vibrations we are the same that me and you.
...cause I love You
She is an angel, mama;
but she can be a demon too.
In this garden of vibrations my dreams can be a truth,
in this garden of vibrations we are the same that me and you.
...cause I love You
