The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
The Lucksmiths
One of these days
She'll buy an old suitcase
And she'll throw a few things together
Give her godspeed
She says "the sooner I leave the better"
And any day now
That joke will turn sour
And she'll say a sweet goodbye
She'll pack up her things
Strap on her wings and fly