Amadelle With Love

You use to step, fall manyful
Amadelle with love
Sporting all control
You used to dress alotfulness
Amadelle with love
Eyes for wide interest
And I’m to blame for but once or more
And I’m to blame for the lost allure
With love it’s aimless to make me move
You used to make me move
Bleach, white beak
You poor clown
Is that your crowd?
Snow, white nose
You poor clown
Is that your crowd?
You used to lean very muchly
Amadelle with love
Type of swing does she
You used to twirl far moreable
Amadelle with love
Influence and spell
And I’m to blame for but once or more
And I’m to blame for the lost allure
With love, its aim is to make me move
You used to make me move
Bleach, white beak
You poor clown
Is that your crowd?
Snow, white nose
You poor clown
Is that your crowd?
Do you even know who I am, love?
Well that’s because my shoes are tied
Now it’s a who and its a hem, love
A rumor too profuse for lies
Do you even know who I am, love?
Well that’s because my shoes are tied
Now it’s a who and it’s a hem, love
A rumor too profuse for lies