You Can Dig Me out Anytime
You don’t dig a grave on christmas eve but the cat died, and we did too and when spring had finally come and the snow had finally melt the rotten cadaver re-appeared and we had to live through a second funeral
You don’t dig a grave on christmas eve but the cat died, and we did too and when spring had finally come and the snow had finally melt the rotten cadaver re-appeared and we had to live through a second funeral