Poor wet Rara. This beautiful little creature does not deserve to be left out in the rain and cold. I want to hold an umbrella over her, guide her someplace warm to dry off, give her a warm coat and drink, and hug her.
Now the rain comes down the windows and it
Drops onto the forehead of the waiting boy
He surveys his rental kingdom and he
Wonders if he’s really lost his one joy
Another fool would go down to the
Only place she ever went to lose herself
She’s gone to the movies now and she
Don’t need your help
The lyrics are about war, that’s why I picked the instrumental version.
Drops onto the forehead of the waiting boy
He surveys his rental kingdom and he
Wonders if he’s really lost his one joy
Another fool would go down to the
Only place she ever went to lose herself
She’s gone to the movies now and she
Don’t need your help