Colour hair bride
Hipster. Couple. Love.
When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me Read more: Fever Ray - When I Grow Up Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Little boy for his mum. Immature man for us.
American Indians. Young love. Pure touch. Soft kiss.
What are you waiting for?
Blonde girl = smart girl!
Dancing like a white girl.