I was sitting for my portrait What's this trap door? I'm in a cupboard Someone's cooking with my spices They never weren't They never weren't They never weren't Limbo of the mothers Limbo of the mothers They never weren't They never weren't
I was sitting for my portrait What's this trap door? I'm in a cupboard Someone's cooking with my spices They never weren't They never weren't They never weren't Limbo of the mothers Limbo of the mothers They never weren't They never weren't