Darling, don’t be a fag
Erol Rizaov “If there’s something to save, Don’t leave, don’t be silly, You go to the door, the key is in your hand, Indecisive walk, I cross my fingers for you and root for you, You put your bag on the floor, Oh darling, don’t be a fag” Riblja Chorba, 1982 I was free to […]