Paulina ♣ 18 ♣ Poland ♣ lover of the second half of the XX century ♣ hippie lifestyle ♣ inspired music
Mama just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life has just begun but now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry, If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
