I know not why, Why my heart quivers. I know not why, Why my heart quivers.

You made me poet, a constant diary writer. You made me poet, a constant diary writer.

He was just for me to love, he was just for my soul. He was just for me to love, he was just for my soul.

I remember our skin screwing With manifest pleasure. I remember our skin screwing With manifest pleasure.

Truth must be listened to. At this age no moral lessons. No threats works for me. Truth must be listened to. At this age no moral lessons. No threats works for me...

Wishing a very happy birthday once again..... Wishing a very happy birthday once again.....