Letra de The Morning Paper
The morning paper is on its way And it's all bad news on every page So I roll right over And go to sleep The evening sun will be so sweetI roll right over And I have this thingThe red apple falls
The morning paper is on its way And it's all bad news on every page So I roll right over And go to sleep The evening sun will be so sweetI roll right over And I have this thingThe red apple falls
