The Fifties的吉他谱
The Fifties的歌词
I've stowed away everything in boxes and old spaces trying to keep my senses. The only place I want to be is listening to Elvis in your front seat, faking a life in the fifties. It's not that I lied, it's just hard to say that I tried. I just think that it's about time that I stopped falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes just like your brown eyes.