5 thoughts on “flying to boston” A Boston o a l’estratosfera? Fly me to the moon Let me sing among those stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby kiss me Fill my heart with song Let me sing forever more You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you ES-PEC-TA-CUL-LAR! ES-PEC-TA-CUL-LAR!! be, BE, be. Comments are closed.
Fly me to the moon Let me sing among those stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby kiss me Fill my heart with song Let me sing forever more You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you
A Boston o a l’estratosfera?
Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
ES-PEC-TA-CUL-LAR!
ES-PEC-TA-CUL-LAR!!
be, BE, be.