The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
A boring, condescending, spoiled child
Abhorring, at least bring us some drinks, we're here for awhile
Anyone here, would walk a mile in your shoes
Why won't you
Working, to break neck pace, thrill of the sale
Deserving, the accolades you're wearing them well
Are you in there? can you hear me? try reading my lips
I'm jumping ship