Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
Malika Ayane
The morns are meeker than they were
Nuts are getting brown
The berry's cheek is plumper
The rose is out of town
The Maple wears a gayer scarf
The field a scarlet gown
Lest I should be old fashioned
I'll put a trinket on
I'll put a trinket on