Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus & Alyssa Quijano
Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus
Jake Zyrus
The:
Strangest thing how, the days go by In
The arms of the girl with the indigo eyes You'll
Find she'll make you lose your mind In
The arms of the girl with the indigo eyes I
Dream of a dream on the tip of my tongue Spokes
And the wheels and the webs we've spun Looking
Too close she, turned me to stoned So
Neither one said what the other one hoped The
Wind was sweet her, kiss so dry But
The wine was bad by, the time we tried The
Reds were drawn the, whites did fly But
The wine filled up in her indigo eyes I
Dream of a dream on the tip of my tongue Spokes
And the wheels and the webs we've spun Turning
Her eyes she, looked pretty stoned So
Neither one said what the other one hoped Turning
Her eyes she, looked pretty stoned The
Indigo eyes told me all I could know