Hugo Largo
My Favourite People
So we waded through the snow
There's this guy who stops every two feet
Shaking all over
But he's no friend of mine
And no one I know
Somehow still one of my favourite people
So we waded through the snow
There's this guy who stops every two feet
Shaking all over
But he's no friend of mine
And no one I know
Somehow still one of my favourite people