on your knees, every Friday, oh hey yeah We walked in fields of golden hay I still recall you We walked in fields of golden hay I see you in the summer Joe, Joe
sat on your knees, every Friday (away) (We walked in fields of golden hay) I still recall you (We walked in fields of golden hay) I see you in the summer Joe, Joe
Prevod: Brusnice. Joe.
the time, it was a Friday You made me feel fine, we did it my way I sat on your knees every Friday I still recall you... I see you in summer... Joe... Joe
