'The sun came dazzling through the leaves 'And flamed upon the brazen greaves 'Of bold Sir Lancelot.' | |
- The greaves, please. | |
He wore your armor, your shield, your greaves, your helmet. | |
'The sun came dazzling through the leaves 'And flamed upon the brazen greaves 'Of bold Sir Lancelot.' | |
- The greaves, please. | |
He wore your armor, your shield, your greaves, your helmet. | |
I know you're still greaving him. You know what ? | |
Yeah, I get it, I get it, you're greaving... but your boyfriend was involved in the killing of a police officer. | |
I know you're still greaving him. You know what ? | |
Yeah, I get it, I get it, you're greaving... but your boyfriend was involved in the killing of a police officer. | |