Cindy – You ought to see my Cindy She lives way down South
CINDY Cindy You ought to see my Cindy She lives way down South And she’s so sweet the honey bees All swarm around her mouth Git along home Cindy, Cindy Git along home Cindy, Cindy Git along home Cindy, Cindy I’ll marry you some day The first time that I saw her She was standing in the door … Weiterlesen →

