Shivaree Arrivederci текст песни, слова песни Arrivederci Shivaree

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Shivaree - Arrivederci

Arrivederci I'm cutting my hair
Tell fish and Tracy the weather's fair
Been eleven hours were on a dare
Arrivederci to my old chair

I've been told that the old
Who bargain and save
They get sold
For the gold
On the little kings grave

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