歌词语境宇宙
Well I've no quarter in my pocket of no apple left to eat;
I am running I am running and I can't feel my feet
And now I'm halfway home I'm at the corner of our street
Well I've no quarter in my pocket of no apple left to eat;
I am running I am running and I can't feel my feet
And now I'm halfway home I'm at the corner of our street