He was no more than a baby then Well, he seemed broken hearted, something within him But the moment that I first laid eyes on him all alone On the edge of seventeen Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she's singing I said "Ooo, baby, ooo" Said "Ooo"
I love photography, but NOTHING competes with my music. When you've heard tons of it every day, all the time, played repeatedly since birth, you become far more than just a casual fan. It's like a huge chunk of your life!!